Ever since ‘Are you my mummy?’ became a national phrase meaning, ‘You are about to get brown trousers’ this genius, this extraordinary talent, has been giving us an annual dose of the most clever telly ever seen.
I DON’T WANT TO KNOW! I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY DON’T WANT TO KNOW!
It was like Gosford Park with… humour… and aliens.
If there was any doubt to the quality of this show by now, I point you in the direction of The Doctor’s Daughter. This is, seriously, the best thing I have seen in a long time.
Doctor Who is like a packet of Revels. The variety. Some are crunchy (like The Sontaran Stratagem and The Poison Sky) some are chewy (Planet of the Ood), and some a bit surprising and not what you thought you might get (The Doctor’s Daughter).
I don’t see the harm in playing with some of the old elements – there are new viewers to entertain these days, and its something that fans should be used to by now.
Someone wrote down ‘Doctor …. who?’, tucked their notebook in their pocket and went for lunch. Time marched on and they just didn’t come up with anything more specific.
Ahhh! I was wrong. In my last post I said that one of us would be using the word ‘comeuppance’ to describe a scene featuring Rattigan in The Poison Sky. Doctor Who is not that simple.
I tell you what, if you either a) don’t have a clue about previous Sontaran stories, and/or b) are able to watch it all and keep your geeky tendancies quiet – like I had to – then this is brilliant.