Ignis Fatuus
2013-12-26 00:29:57 UTC
No Story
No Plot
No Characters
No River Song.
The Doctor whiles away his final incarnation on a planet where it's always
Christmas. And just like the 'festive season', it doesn't half drag.
After a cracking return to form with The Day of the Doctor it's no big
surprise that Moffat was running short of ideas. But this dreary pageant
of flying saucers, resurrected monsters, and Christmas cliches, has all
the hallmarks of a story so bogged down in it's own flea-bitten mythology
that it's doomed forever to recycle the same monotonous theme.
This time the Timelords are returning through Amy's Crack. And all the
powers of the UNIVERSE are gathered to forestall them. There's the odd
brief skirmish with Daleks Cybermen Sontarans Angels etc... but for the
most part we're subjected to interminable speeches on the meaning of it
all, until the humble Christmas hour really does begin to feel like Nine
Hundred Years, with as much intrigue and suspense as the heated over
remains of Christmas dinner on Boxing Day.
The conclusion to the siege, with the Doctor emitting death rays to
destroy his enemies (after the usual bragging about how fearsome he is),
was trite lazy, and insulting to the audience.
At least I was right about the Return of the Pond. And the Bean Counters
can endlessly debate about whether Capaldi is Doctor One of Two.
But if the show doesn't ditch some of it's excess baggage and begin
exploring new territory, I can foresee Capaldi being the last Doctor for
some considerable time.
0/10
No Plot
No Characters
No River Song.
The Doctor whiles away his final incarnation on a planet where it's always
Christmas. And just like the 'festive season', it doesn't half drag.
After a cracking return to form with The Day of the Doctor it's no big
surprise that Moffat was running short of ideas. But this dreary pageant
of flying saucers, resurrected monsters, and Christmas cliches, has all
the hallmarks of a story so bogged down in it's own flea-bitten mythology
that it's doomed forever to recycle the same monotonous theme.
This time the Timelords are returning through Amy's Crack. And all the
powers of the UNIVERSE are gathered to forestall them. There's the odd
brief skirmish with Daleks Cybermen Sontarans Angels etc... but for the
most part we're subjected to interminable speeches on the meaning of it
all, until the humble Christmas hour really does begin to feel like Nine
Hundred Years, with as much intrigue and suspense as the heated over
remains of Christmas dinner on Boxing Day.
The conclusion to the siege, with the Doctor emitting death rays to
destroy his enemies (after the usual bragging about how fearsome he is),
was trite lazy, and insulting to the audience.
At least I was right about the Return of the Pond. And the Bean Counters
can endlessly debate about whether Capaldi is Doctor One of Two.
But if the show doesn't ditch some of it's excess baggage and begin
exploring new territory, I can foresee Capaldi being the last Doctor for
some considerable time.
0/10