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The Empty Child.
Jan. 4th, 2010 03:33 amI really feel right now like a kid after Christmas. All the presents have been opened, and they were all great, but there's nothing new any more. And while you'll always have that great stack of the most wonderful stuff, that's all there is. No surprises. No discoveries. No revelations.
I know, I know. In my heart of hearts, that makes me an ungrateful wretch. And I don't want to be. But in the last few years, oh, I have so very, very deeply enjoyed Doctor Who. Such fun! Such wacky, tear-jerking, over-the-top, silly, glorious fun. I've laughed, I've cried, I've thrown cats.
I loved Chris Eccleston. And I don't want to say I won't enjoy Matt Smith. I know I will. And I'm fully aware that a lot of this is simple demographics: David Tennant is in my age bracket, and ticks a lot of my buttons. Matt Smith is, if I'd been a bit of a tart, young enough to be my kid. Okay, a lot of a tart. Okay, an absolute whore. But you see from whence I come. Not to mention, is he as good of an actor? Tennant was "the greatest Hamlet of his generation," according to no less an authority than The Guardian. I flew 3,000 miles to see that production, and it was worth every penny. Does Matt Smith have chops like that? Could we be that lucky again?
I hope so. Oh, I hope so. I have faith that the man who wrote "Blink" and "Time Crash" has more of that inside-- in boatloads. I have faith that Julie Gardner left a solid enough ship that her successor can take the wheel seamlessly. Murray Gold, bless him, is staying. And if nothing else, I have my DVDs.
Still. At this point, I'd even love a stupid old satsuma.
I know, I know. In my heart of hearts, that makes me an ungrateful wretch. And I don't want to be. But in the last few years, oh, I have so very, very deeply enjoyed Doctor Who. Such fun! Such wacky, tear-jerking, over-the-top, silly, glorious fun. I've laughed, I've cried, I've thrown cats.
I loved Chris Eccleston. And I don't want to say I won't enjoy Matt Smith. I know I will. And I'm fully aware that a lot of this is simple demographics: David Tennant is in my age bracket, and ticks a lot of my buttons. Matt Smith is, if I'd been a bit of a tart, young enough to be my kid. Okay, a lot of a tart. Okay, an absolute whore. But you see from whence I come. Not to mention, is he as good of an actor? Tennant was "the greatest Hamlet of his generation," according to no less an authority than The Guardian. I flew 3,000 miles to see that production, and it was worth every penny. Does Matt Smith have chops like that? Could we be that lucky again?
I hope so. Oh, I hope so. I have faith that the man who wrote "Blink" and "Time Crash" has more of that inside-- in boatloads. I have faith that Julie Gardner left a solid enough ship that her successor can take the wheel seamlessly. Murray Gold, bless him, is staying. And if nothing else, I have my DVDs.
Still. At this point, I'd even love a stupid old satsuma.