In the last couple weeks I have watched season's 1 to 4 of the revival series through all the silliness and excitement and surprises to having my heart broken with the end of the Tenth Doctor. David Tennant's departure was a shame and a terrible loss to the show. On top of that I felt absolutely gutter when I saw how much change was made with no regard for sentiment at all! New TARDIS interior. That's fine. It's a new Doctor so new console room is only fitting. Plus it looks cooler. But new TARDIS exterior! NO! New sonic screwdriver. NO! New opening sequence. NO! NO! NO! Jeez. Where's my finesse gone? This show's gone and turned me into a whining child! The show is not the same show it was before with an entirely new feel. New directors. Frankly, I didn't think I'd still be watching. But strangely enough I am. Not with the same yearning to see something exciting and devoted enthusiasm, but, I guess, for the strange loyalty that has grown inside me. Weird. The show has captured my loyalty. Or maybe it's just familiarity that has me continuing for the mere entertainment.
The new Doctor, his ok but I'm yet to be impressed. It's hard to compare once you believe you've seen the best. But love can grow. I could not say I liked the show when I started my run, but it only took one interesting story arc to get me there. The same could be said for characters like Rose who I did not realise how much she'd grown on me until she was replaced by Martha. The moral, appreciation takes time.
And to end. Like so many I miss the Tenth Doctor and his era. So I thought it only fitting that I promote the work of said artist whose witty piece below is how we all would of liked it to have been.
by ~spuds-n-stuff |
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