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sf doctor who meant to be?

so good to be alive when the eulogies are read.

This is going to be a long blog post full of Doctor Who fanwank.

You have been warned.

Also? SPOILERS!!!!!


So, after skipping the last season and a half of 10, and nearly all of 11 that wasn't written by Neil or a Christmas episode, I came back, like a strayed lamb, for the fiftieth.

...and I surprised myself by in general, without nitpicking (I could nitpick), liking it a lot. The Doctor being generous of spirit. Check. (A thing I felt often lacking in 10's tenure--a writing, not an acting, issue) Structural and narrative integrity? Check. The beautiful play of the sonic screwdriver joke into the deadly serious climactic reveal? Check. Archive footage?

Oh god. I made a noise, you guys. A NOISE. 

God bless CGI, you guys. My heart.

I wanted to see 8.5 regen into 9, but I guess the powers that be aren't over fucking with the honorable Chris Eccleston yet, so fuck them sideways. And that is Not Elizabeth Tudor, you motherfuckers. Not in any parallel Earth.

Although yes, I laughed at the deconstruct of the "Body of a weak and feeble woman" quote. Well played, sirs. Well played.

But anyway, what I want to talk about is Osgood. Osgood, yes. And Osgood's scarf. And Four.

Where did she get that scarf, I ask you? Why is she the girl who calmly (and compassionately) hands her Zygon impersonator her inhaler when it has an asthma attack? Why is she the person who, when the world is falling down around her ears, screams, "Doctor, help me!"

People. This is not Osgood's first rodeo. And she's not screaming for 10, 11, or 8.5 for that matter. She barely knows any of them.

...Perhaps I should put it this way.

What is Tom Baker not wearing, when he shows up at the very end, stepping out of his retirement for a word with his future self? (Yes, we once saw him regenerate at a much younger age... but Time heals paradoxies, do it ain't?)

I say ye, Osgood is not just one Osgood's daughter*. She is Four's last Companion.

You doubt me. I see it in your eyes.

But what gesture does young Osgood make, in her scarf, when she hands her Zygon counterpart the inhaler, preserving its life--and by not revealing themselves, protecting the pact the younger (older?) Doctors have forced upon her (both of her) colleagues?

...the prosecution rests.

*Tom by name


Oh, well, I never trusted Doctor Who to make a ton of sense, or to set up its endings particularly well. (For the most part, it still doesn't do that. The last three seasons have had a lot--a lot--of "Everybody lives!" endings, and every single Moffat-run season finale has involved somehow rewriting or reimagining the timeline of the season that preceded it. So I'm also a little tired of the device.) But once upon a time, I did trust it to care about its characters (even if 10 was an ass, which he of course was), care about what it was saying, have consequences for actions, and not undo anything that happened more than an episode or so in the past.

Anyway, I'd actually be cool with the illusory sacrifice if the suffering that was all for naught wasn't...60-70% of the past seven seasons. Irony's great, but I don't want to build a series on it. And Doctor Who in particular invites emotional investment.

Okay, sorry for my incredibly long-winded Doctor Who thoughts. This keeps happening, lately.

I think I at least get where your sense of betrayal is coming from, though--I feel that way about later seasons of Buffy.

I don't know what you're talking about. Season five of Buffy is great, and everyone knows that Buffy ended after season five.

Edited at 2013-11-29 12:02 pm (UTC)
Fair enough. Season 5 IS pretty great, and I'm glad they were smart enough to end there, with the exception of that musical reunion episode with the bizarre retcons ;). But Season 4 is made of hate, except for Tara.
Even a terrible, terrible season full of Riley could not hold Tara's awesomeness back.