Much too much to declare

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Bombs in London, William and Kate back together, Nicole Richie pregnant, Posh Spice has got Ginger Spice (and the rest of them) on a diet, and has had all of them beg for forgiveness (well, at least Ginger) and they're ready to get on tour, miming, and Natasha Bedingfield hardly shows respect for the departed by honouring Diana without bringing any panties, whereas our favourite polar star Knut is growing up into a big bear to burden, or maybe it was the other way around, and what more - a small summary, starting with the most important, and which I guess should include more exclamation marks, would go like this:

[Image: looks like someone's having fun! Copyright: The BBC, all rights served, ownership, Cardiff-shop, doctor-doctrine-classify, etc.]

Russel T. Davies is now officially proclaimed mad. Looney, balooney, bollocks. Completely, truly and utterly. Mostly because his Star Wars-hommage-fanaticism (Jedi-telepathy-grabbing, spheres and flying scotsmen, in one episode - my god!) has been taken just one step too far. When they started burning up John Simm, I was indeed hiding behind the sofa - out of shame. Cos it was simply quite lame. The Episode (with a capital E, yes) was tentatively grandeur but it did feel like something a little unaccomplished. They tried to take it all the way but got a little lost at reading directions. Doctor Who is camp and kitsch and humourous. Check. Doctor Who is wild and beyond and bigger than big and outside the scale. Check. But the nice mixtures of these elements that we saw so brilliantly portrayed in "Doomsday" and especially in the Bad Wolf-episodes were absent. Too self-conscious and serious and pompous, yes, and too overdone. Too much, too fast, too extensive. WHO is a bit domestic, and should remain so. Not go global and even universal and try to exceep what hasn't yet been exceeded. It's not that big, after all. It's not ridiculously dark. And what's with all the flashbacks? And the Gollum-shit? The stealing from other concepts was plain gross! "Gandalf?!" There were these moments when I did not know whether to laugh or cry or both or just turn the whole thing off. I love Scissor Sisters, I do. And it was funny. But also very wrong. "I can't decide" does have lyrics which are absurdly fitting, and John Simm is marvellous, but still. I couldn't bear it. Intensely hilarious, but appallingly inappropriate. Anticlimax, oh boy. Roller-coaster ride, as was announced, but too too too far. Especially since this Last Affair seemed so unfinished. It just ended. Finito. Some quick-step explanations and a short cut (very conventient teleports). Back to the old who-riddles and carelessness. No fob watch and burning up stars or satelites. Back and forth and undecided -confusing? Hell, yeah! Who'd have thought it'd be so...undramatic. The building-up, the drums, everything. And then - poff. The Master giving a last (and deliciously evil) laugh in the arms of Doctor Ten(nant) whilst the latter sheds a few (superbly) justified tears. I loved that part - which makes me even sadder that it started so poorly and got so rubbish afterwards. I mean, Martha Jones couldn't save the world even if she tried! And she certainly couldn't save this ep.! I think she did try, actually. But her character couldn't live up to the scheme and perspective of the story - nor could anybody else, not even D.T., particularly not when computer animated - for this was far too ambitious. Think that's the right word. Religious-like elements of legend (ugh!) that worked fine with the Rose as the Time Goddess, but not with a bunch of wannabe-cop show heroes. RTD wanted to overdo himself and everybody else and the Universe of TV-series making, but they should probably have provided him with more time and more consultation and less financing. And Steven Moffat. I feel like I've been cheated. A cheap trick. Something that could've been so much more and so much better. The potencial was huge! But despite outer worldly cinematography and statues RTD must have personally borrowed from Michael Jackson and a couple of nice lines; it all came down to a overly sentimental, almost pathetic conclusion. Everybody say "Doctor!" Think out LOUD! Even the final goodbye-scene didn't please me, although I should admit I am pleased to be "rid" of Martha. Finally. Yes, true, Martha is leaving! With a soap opera-speech of an outburst about unrequited crushes. Bit of Pirates, there. Keira and Freema - on deck. Girl power and trying to be somebody. Good grief. Er, good riddance, more likely. The looks, everyone, did the viewers catch the glances between the Doc and his companion, properly, did everyone see the tension? Feeeeel the tremor and epic production and heart-breaking choices, struggles, NO! Bah. Second, there was the mother and the family issues and the "you're better than him"-comment which I won't degrade myself to, well, commenting. Still, we've heard the aspiring medical student (and her mom) might be returning to her unwilling boytoy pretty soon. Or work for Captain Jack Harkness (the lovely) at Torchwood. First of all, though, she's been replaced by who else but Kylie Minogue. Can't get this into my head. Miss Tiny-Aussie is currently in Cardiff where filming has begun for the Christmas Special in which Titanic (yes, the ship) will and has in fact already (at the very end of the finale, of course) crashed into the TARDIS. I did enjoy that, but I was naturally disappointed by the fact that Leo DiCaprio didn't show up, nor did his missus. Or Catherine Tate. Where have all the fancy flowers gone? Later, however, rumours have it that Jennifer Ellison (who starred as Meg Giry in Phantom, tralala, angels of music and tutu skirts) may be up for a part as a sidekick. The Rani might be back too (love the nail polish!) and yes, did I mention, Jack Harkness is The Face of Boe. He's quite handsome too. And quite fabulous. Wouldn't mind having him tied up in my cellar, haha. Bit of a pity he was barely there, then. Along with the tension, which came and went. Randomly. All accidental. I heard some fans say RTD seemed to have just scraped together a couple of clues and made an empty bowl of spoilt resources out of it. Too true.

Consequently, we've had our first three-parter and it was only partially successful. Regardless, I spent a whole evening contemplating and examining and considering and re-considering - which makes me just as much of a fanatic as RTD himself. I do love it, too, nothing gets me more excited, enthusiastic and harshly critical. Very tired now, though, and still haven't fully grasped that the season is over - seriously! no more WHO in quite a while! (on TV, that is, we've always got a blog to remember) - and that, well, Rose might return now that Martha (and hopefully Minogue, never too soon) are gone and over with. Maybe Rose can turn out to hold enough Vortex-power to regenerate as Mrs. Rani? Let's cross our Gallifreyan-ringed fingers (coolest décor symbols!) and hope and DREAM. Tomorrow I might also reflect upon different aspects of life!