I haven’t written about Doctor Who since before the eleventh regenerated at Christmas and nor have I wanted to. Why? Because the episode was an absolute shambles. It’s one of the few Dr Who episodes I never want to rewatch… EVER. And that is saying something. Ok… It had a select few nice bits and Capaldi’s debut was definitely a good moment… But that didn’t make up for the previous hour of handwaving, stuffed the gills nonsense that somehow managed to undo a whole wealth of future story ideas (The regeneration limit for one thing, waved away without the fanfare or explanation such a moment deserved.) In short, the episode was a mess. I won’t go into too many details about the episode in question but I will say that it was the worst denigration to a departing Doctor since they put a blonde wig on Sylvester McCoy. I mean… Matt Smith did his best with the dire script but no actor can make a bad script good. And the thing is it didn’t need to be this way. We didn’t need the cracks (which have now become a pointless retcon) We didn’t need the Daleks or the Weeping Angels or the Doctor uncharacteristically dieing of old age (remind me again how much the Doctor has aged since Smith’s debut and yet has never grown older or changed until now?). But quite recently I’ve worked out that there was another way, a simpler, missed (or perhaps even dropped) opportunity that goes right back to the beginning of the Eleventh Doctor. And it is an opportunity that would have saved us from most, if not all, of this tripe.
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