I’m sure you all just watched the final episode of Doctor Who (and if you didn’t… run along now, nothing to see here except spoilers). I would’ve posted straight after viewing but I was too busy mopping my tears, and then I decided to watch Doctor Who Confidential and goshdarnit if I didn’t have to mop up my tears after that, too, because they showed the final few scenes again. Man, but I’m a wuss.
(It’s funny how I don’t really cry at things in the real world: I only cry when I watch certain TV shows or particular films, or when I listen to beautiful music.* It’s like I get all my emotions out through popular culture so I don’t have to deal with them for real. And you know what? That suits me just fine.)
So nobody had a freakin’ CLUE what was going to happen in Doctor Who tonight… and wasn’t it wonderful? Not a spoiler to be heard anywhere, and Who was the one show everybody was talking about for days. I even heard two British Rail ticket inspectors discussing what they thought was going to happen as they checked for fare dodgers at my local station. Russell T Davies gave an interview to the BBC this week in which he slammed the culture of spoiler-hunting and he had a point. I don’t mind the odd broad spoiler but when I know too much it completely ruins what I’m watching, like reading the final page of a book when you’re still on page 47.
I really don’t get why people want to know – is it for a feeling of power, perhaps? “I know something you don’t know…!” Well, good for you. Now piss off and let me be surprised, just how nature intended.
And thus the Doctor didn’t regenerate, but because nobody had a clue what was going to happen, for an entire week there was the faintest glimmer of doubt cast over his apres-glow persona. Delicious. I didn’t think he WOULD change (but if he did, I was rooting for Colin Salmon, just because he’s ace) and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that his disembodied hand would have something to do with it. However, did anybody spot the whole DoctorDonna thing coming? Or that Rose would get her very own half-Time Lord to take home with her? (Lucky cow.) For sheer inventiveness, I think “Journey’s End” deserves applause with all seven of the Doctor’s hands.
Also, the strangest thought popped into my head while I was watching the valiant little TARDIS bravely towing the Earth back to its home star system: with all of the vibrations the journey caused, the giant gypsum crystals of the Lechuguilla Caves in New Mexico (as seen in glorious, glittery detail in Planet Earth) would have shattered. And that made me sad…
Which is dumb to the max, because obviously if the Earth ever DID get towed through space by an inter-dimensional spacecraft, the forces on the planet would be so strong there’d be nothing left but a smoking rock by the end.
Oh well. *shrugs*
* When I say ‘beautiful music’, I don’t mean the Iron Maiden concert taking place at Twickenham Stadium as I type this. In stark contrast to last week’s Bon Jovi gig, I’ve shut my windows tonight…