Fish Custard

In case you have been living under a rock, there was a rebirth over the weekend. No, not the zombie messiah known as Jesus, but the  Time Lord known as The Doctor! Yes, that’s right, Eleven made his debut and it was … pretty damned awesome if you ask me.

It’s true that Matt Smith is making me squirm and break out into fits of innappropriate giggles due to his strong resemblance to someone I know and, once upon a time, knew well. It’s just weird to “see” a friend in the TARDIS, ok? 🙂 Especially considering my penchant for reading Doctor Who fanfic smut, this is doing strange things to my brain. I will tell you one thing for sure, though: I will NOT, under any circumstances, be reading any Eleven themed smut. No way. NO! Oh god, that’s just … No. It’s just No. That’s what it is.

But my personal mental issues aside, Matt Smith is pretty brilliant as the Doctor. The only thing I can say against him is that he’s not Ten. Oh, Ten, how I miss thee. The silly grin, the babbling, the suit, the Converse sneakers, the hotness, the habit of exclaiming “Allons-y!” Ten, you were awesome and will be missed sorely. But, I always have smutty Ten/Rose (and sometimes a third party) fanfic, I suppose … What? I didn’t say I would be giving up Who smut entirely! That’s crazy talk!

This new season also heralds in a new era for Who. Stephen Moffat is taking over as head honcho from Russel T. Douchebag … er, I mean Davies. I have to say, this makes me very happy. Russel T. Davies did a lot, I’ll give him that. He revived Who in the first place and created a lot of awesome (Captain Jack Harkness is an obvious example). But, there is no denying that he is a douchebag more interested in money than turning out quality TV. He sold his soul to the devil and I hate him for it. Stephen Moffat, on the other hand, wrote Blink which is one of my all time favourite episodes of ANY TV show, hands down, let alone just for the Doctor Who category. The man has, so far, turned out all sorts of awesome and is a win in my book. In fact, I just did a search for info on Stephen Moffat and, it turns out that he’s written just about every one of my favourite Who episodes! Including The Empty Child/Doctor Dances episodes where Captain Jack is introduced. I am still pretty sure RTD is responsible for Jack but, wow, Moffat just got cooler in my eyes.  I know it’s a little early to say this (because he could turn out to be just as big a douche as RTD) but I find myself wishing he had been in charge when we had Ten. Oh, the coolness Moffat + Ten could have created …

Anyway, I guess what I’m saying is that I’m excited about the new season of Who and, if you haven’t seen the newest episode then you should. You really, really should. Because it is awesome. Good luck, Matt and Stephen, I’m sure this season will prove to be brilliant AND fantastic and whatever word it is that Eleven chooses to be his favourite adjective. Allons-y!*

*  I couldn’t resist. Yes, I am a nerd. You just read an entire blog post about Doctor Who which probably means you are a nerd, too. So there!

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Russel T. Davies is a Douchebag

I know I’m overloading this blog with silly TV show related posts but I felt that given my raving about Captain Jack Harkness, I should do a follow up now that I’m caught up on Torchwood. I had likened Torchwood to the dessert after the healthy meal of Dr Who. It was fun, slashy and silly. Captain Jack Harkness really is one of the best characters I’ve come across in a long while. He’s full of charisma with a healthy dose of cheese and camp. Torchwood as a whole was really starting to come into it’s own and develop into a good balance of the silly and the serious when the second half of season two went somewhat off the rails leading into the travesty of what was to come. Then someone threw my yummy dessert into the mud … and pissed on it before grinding it further into the mud. That someone was the godfather of all things New Who, Russel T. Davies.

Yeah, I’m talking about that steaming pile of shit that was the Children of Earth miniseries, cop out semi third season of Torchwood. It wasn’t bad enough that the end of season 2 was a ridiculous blood bath of deceased characters leaving only Captain Jack, Gwen and Ianto. No, no, Davies had to go even further to completely smash the show he’d created like a child that spends hours painstakingly constructing a block castle only to destroy it in two seconds flat… Only Davies was more sadistic, as if the aforementioned child tortured each block and ground them to dust as he went.  Children of Earth, was a miniseries that was so offensively bad it deserves to be striken from the record as ever having existed. Not only did yet another regular character die but it went in directions that no show should go unless it really had a message in mind … which this didn’t. It was contrived, poorly written nonsense intent on being shocking and edgey just for the sake of being shocking and edgey. Normally I like shocking and edgey … but this was neither. It went so far in that direction that it bypassed shocking and edgey and went straight into revolting crap. So intent was Davies on being shocking and edgey, in fact, that he hacked together the most ridiculous back story possible with no attention to small details like keeping his characters in, you know, CHARACTER. Seriously, I can go on and on but it all comes down to this: Children of Earth is the reason Russel T. Davies is going to hell (if there is a hell … and I find myself hoping there is and that it is a really painful place just for RTD).

I still love the character of Captain Jack Harkness (if the evil things that was done to besmirch his name in CoE can be ignored) so I find myself torn. Do I even give season 4 a chance? The answer is maybe … only if Captain Jack is involved and only if it can redeem itself even a little bit after a few episodes. It will take a lot to win me back, I think. For now, though, there is always fanfic … a world I never really delved into apart from some iladvised forays into the Star Wars universe prior to puberty (only the published books, mind). Too bad retcon doesn’t really exist.

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