I know that old age is becoming a theme on this website, but I remember I time when I actually understood what the hell was going on in Doctor Who. I certainly don’t understand a bloody thing that is going on nowadays.
Jon Pertwee, my favourite doctor, was banished to earth due to BBC cuts when he was he was in charge of the Tardis, so the story lines were more mundane. I remember a great series where he and his assistant Jo were sent to Wales to investigate a closed down coal mine which had been taken over by a chemical company, or something like that, and it came polluted by massive green maggots. It was a long time ago and it may have been slightly different to that, but the story at least made some sense, of sorts. These days, I don’t have a clue.
Tonight, the doctor belted out some riffs on what appeared to be a Fender Stratocaster, he bumped into the Master who is now the Mistress and Clara…oh, I won’t got there in case you haven’t seen it. It might spoil your enjoyment of the show. It couldn’t spoil mine since I was lost about two minutes in.
It’s still a great show. Peter Capaldi is an excellent doctor, the graphics are superb but that’s where the enjoyment ends for me. My eyes were feeling very heavy about halfway through as I struggled to follow the plot, assuming there was one, and I was prodded back to life by my partner who – surprise, surprise! – knows exactly what is going on, as does my son.
Can’t the doctor simply fight off the daleks as they invade earth? You know, catch their spaceship arriving from Skaro and have a long punch up with them, with all manner of explosions here and there? And how about bringing back the Brigadier to add some military commonsense to it all?
I appreciate that the show is not meant to be completely believable – how could it be? – but at the moment I find WWE wrestling more authentic. Can’t they just produce, perhaps for one week only, something I can actually understand?
