Tuesday, December 14, 2010
TARDIS FOR THE PARTY
I'm waving the white flag. Consider this blog post my official surrender. It's been a long, arduous battle, but I can now admit that I am not the victor - England is. I'm officially a Doctor Who fan.
The words are even difficult to type, since I spent so long fighting it. First, by simply refusing to watch it. Then I tried, but found it to be a) too British, and b) too cheesy. Then after all of Series 5 had aired - and a vast number of friends were still infatuated - I decided to give it one more go.
It's definitely worth noting that I really only did so after being utterly mind-nailed by Torchwood: Children of Earth, and wanting to fill in some gaps in show mythology. My Twin, Bananas Foster, had e-mailed a list of essential episodes to watch from Series 1 through 4...and I started.
I won't lie to y'all - I skipped Series 1 completely. I know there's a lot of Rose-building going on, but I quite honestly didn't have the time to waste on becoming emotionally invested in Christopher Eccleston's Ninth Doctor - knowing full well that he would be replaced by David Tennant as the Tenth Doctor starting in Series 2. I wanted to get to the goods.
I had watched most of "The Christmas Invasion" earlier in the year (curious to know how they handled the actor transition), so I began my new journey to the center of the BBC with "The Girl in the Fireplace". Holy. Effing. Balls. In less than 10 minutes I not only cared about the Doctor, but also his relationship with Rose, her relationship with Mickey, and that striking 18th century gal living behind a fireplace on a spaceship. And that's a lot to care about so quickly.
The sad end to that episode was a perfect window into the Doctor's character. I understood it all, immediately. After I watched "Rise of the Cybermen" and "The Age of Steel", it was time for the two-part finale, "Army of Ghosts" and "Doomsday". Seeing the Torchwood Institute, after only having heard it mentioned in T:CoE was...interesting. My god, all those people were so heinous. I'm especially looking at you, Yvonne. What a dumb bitch.
Despite having known that Rose's story would end with Series 2, the tragic ending of "Doomsday" really cemented the deal for me. She was so desperate to live an exciting life with the Doctor, instead of the white trash (euro trash?) existence she had on Earth. But they were pulled into 2 different dimensions. Typical. And the Doctor hearted her, too! Absolutely brutal.
Here I am, about to begin Series 3. I've watched a total of 6 episodes of Doctor Who, and I'm hooked. I never, ever thought this would happen. But it's a tribute to the showrunners Russell T. Davies and Steven Moffat, who took a series that technically would have been entering its 27th season and made it smart, funny, and emotionally resonant for new audiences. And what's not to love about alterna-history involving alien retcons throughout mankind's existence?
I salute you, BBC. Now not only do I have a few seasons of Doctor Who to catch up on, but I also have Torchwood: The New World (the American continuation of Captain Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper's adventures) that will be airing on Starz next year. With the writing talents of Jane Espenson, of Buffy/Battlestar Galactica/Caprica fame, no less!
So yeah, I'm definitely looking forward to my future of time and space travel with The Doctor. Yes, you were all right. TARDIS OUT!