Thanks to
rivier, who posted to
this lovely article from Times Online about
Doctor Who, specifically the last couple of episodes and the excitement about the season's last episode. Such clock-watching, such antici-pation, such excitement in Trafalgar Square.
It’s quintessential to being British. says Caitlin Moran, in surge of patriotic
Doctor Who fervour, while I scratch my head over some of her references. Bread and cheese I know, but who/what is Jolene? Who is Keyser Söze?
I agree with her about the comparison of seasons. Season 2 was heart-wrenching, but season 3 has a dynamic build that enthralls me in quite another way. It's perpetual motion. Not a roller coaster ride at all, more like climbing Everest at a run. Running, always running.
What Caitlin Moran doesn't mention, and which has filled my week with joy, is the sudden surge of fanfic triggered by the plotline, the appearance of the Master two weeks ago, and the complicated relationship possibilities. All those permutations of Doctor/Jack/Martha/Saxon/Lucy. For the first time in months, I have plenty to read.
I did like Moran's line, "The people working on it have a passion for it, unlike any other show on Earth." I think this is true, especially if you factor in the passion and excitement of the fans who are watching. I've never seen anything like it; a shared cultural experience that might more be compared to the coming of The Beatles than to
Star Trek or other TV shows.