I know this is the Ridiculously Awesome Movie Adventure Blog, but DStarB and I both have a few television shows that we find Ridiculously Awesome! So we’re going to try and give small shout outs to them every once in while. To kick off these bouts of small screen praise, I’d like to explore my feelings about the “new season” of the longest running sci-fi show in television history, the incomparable Doctor Who:
Oh, I’ve missed you, friend! (credit: hollywood reporter)
It seems like our favorite Gallifreyan is taking the old adage of “spring cleaning” to both hearts. With a new companion, a new suit, and a spiffy new look for the Tardis, the Doctor is finally ready to shake off the past and move forward. Good for you, buddy! It’s been hard for all of us but it’s not healthy, moping about on clouds, hiding from the world and the lesbian lizard women who care about you. We need this, trust me.
I know; the Doctor loved Amy and Rory. I did too! They were amazing and compelling in that they worked both as characters in their own unit and as companions to the Doctor. And since they’ve been taken from us, I turned my grief into something productive and I’ve evaluated my relationship with the Doctor and the Ponds. Any breakup hurts, especially a good one where the feelings stayed strong. But even the best partnerships have problems and by the end of their run with the Doctor, the cracks were starting to show (Ha! Cracks! Get it?!). It’s unfortunate and a little unfair because the characters themselves never lost their footing, as is often the case: Amy’s endearing sass and Rory’s patience and eventual deaths were always to my satisfaction. But it was their storyline that got away from me. I felt like we got into this codependent cycle of them worrying about the Doctor and the Doctor worrying about them while I was worried about all three of them (and River!), never making any real headway because we all cared about one another too much to be productive. I mean really, what did we accomplish in season 6? We found out who River Song was and that happened halfway through it. What was the rest of the season but a bunch of stand alone episodes you couldn’t really enjoy because you were still fraught with concern? (The exception to this being “The Girl Who Waited” which ripped my heart out through my tear ducts.)
As much as I loved them, I think it’s good that we’ve said goodbye to Amy and Rory. Now, both the Doctor and the audience are free to enjoy whatever comes our way, no strings attached. I mean, we’re not going to whore it up or anything, but we can go on adventures just for the sake of adventure! And yes, we’ve got Clara “Oswin” Oswald and her big mystery, but maybe it’ll be more like a Bad Wolf thing, present but unobtrusive until some big ending climax. But even if it’s not, even if we’re getting ourselves into another Moffat-y maze of season-long puzzles, at least it’s a new puzzle.
So in conclusion, I leave you with a potentially nauseating yet apt verse: Yay for spring, yay for new, and yay for more of Doctor Who!