Doctor Who
I’ve got to say from the start that my favourite Doctor is Sylvester McCoy as he’s the one I grew up with and that Ace is an outstanding companion. Not that it’s relevant to anything I’m about to say. I just want you to know that my opinions on the current Doctor Who might not match yours (as no-one seems to like McCoy as much as me).
Anyway, we’re now on season three of a run overseen by Russell T. Davies. It’s being made a couple of miles down the road by BBC Wales. And I know someone that’s played a Cyberman. How cool is that? None of this matters that much as all that matter is how it comes across on screen and if it’s worth watching.
And it is, just. Season one was an emotional ride that left me feeling sorry for Rose, and Jack and everyone else in the end of season finale. And all the threads they’d laid down were cleverly pulled tight. Season two had its moments. Like the clockwork men and the parallel worlds storylines.
Season three is much a mixed bag. The Taxi story was cleaver though flawed. The monster of Dr Lazarus was ridiculously ill-conceived as looked like a reject of the Scorpion-King from The Mummy. Last night however was amazing. It definitely shows the power of storytelling and how it can be used to take the audience on a journey. I can’t wait to see what happens next.
