Let us travel in time gentle reader – back to January 1st 2010. I am a heartbroken woman. David Tennant (fantastic actor, nice bloke and for some of us at least, seriously handsome) has left the TARDIS with a plaintive “I don’t want to go.” And yes, I blubbed.
And then I vowed to give Matt Smith a chance – not believing in my heart for a second that he could begin to fill those well-travelled Converse trainers. And now?
Full marks to the Moff-ia. Matt Smith is brilliant. Mad as a box of cats, authoritative, and (I think) funny. I can’t be quite sure because I watched with a very excited Junior Hat (5) who hasn’t quite got the hang of waiting for characters to answer the questions the writers have posed to us all, and insists on asking me instead. She was also very vocal about the nasty worm with teeth.
When the end credits rolled she wanted to know if she could watch more new Doctor Who tomorrow. She was frankly incredulous at the idea of waiting a week (kids today with their mums’ DVD boxsets and catch-up TV eh?). So, it’s safe to say the target market (which IS children not 40-year-old fanbois) is hooked all over again.
Amy Pond looks set to be a great companion. I loved the childhood version – not phased by the mad man with a box eating fish custard – and nearly cried for her when the Doctor’s terrible timekeeping left her waiting on her suitcase in the garden.
Karen Gillan brought the adult Amy to life beautifully – suitably angry with the man who had disappointed her so totally as a child and yet still ready to step into a zinging new police box and venture out into the universe. I’m betting she’s going to give as good as she gets out there. She is also, frankly gorgeous.
And the plot? Prisoner Zero (nasty alien worm with really sharp teeth) escapes to Earth through a crack in young Amy’s bedroom wall (setting up the series’ story arc too I suspect), alien prison guards with great-looking space ships (like particularly spiky ice crystals with a massive eyeball suspended below) turn up and threaten to incinerate earth unless Prisoner Zero turns itself in. The Doctor, who is sans TARDIS and sonic screwdriver, has twenty minutes to save the Earth and does so using a laptop, a good-looking young man, Patrick Moore, a Smart Phone, a computer virus and the power of Amy Pond’s dreams.
Who da man? Matt Smith da man. Stephen Moffat da man. Seven days suddenly seem an awfully long time for a girl without her own time machine…
Posted by Jo the Hat