I’ve never quite understood the whole ‘liking something a normal amount’ malarkey. As long as I can remember, I have always been ‘obsessed’ with something; the Tweenies, Doctor Who, JLS, musical theatre etc.
Doctor Who played such a huge role in my childhood, and honestly, it still does now. From when the first episode of the revival aired in 2005, I avidly watched every single episode repeatedly until the fifth season when I seemed to lose all interest. Coincidentally, that was when I started high school. Perhaps I wanted to seem ‘cool’ so I could fit in with the popular girls but then I came to my senses and loved Doctor Who again. Who cares whether you like a TV show? Who is that trivial to judge you for it? Be yourself. I loved Doctor Who to the extent where I had a Twitter account dedicated to the TV show ‘@foreveramypond’. The account is long gone now, sadly, but I had a following of 3000 and it was such an amazing community to be part of. Series 7, Part Two aired on TV and yet again, I couldn’t find the appeal I once used to have. I still haven’t watched Series 9. The writing became shoddy, the show lost all its appeal to the older audience and how many storylines can one episode have?! I find it so difficult to keep up with the story. What happened to the interlinking and yet subtle storylines that ran through the series, like Bad Wolf, Torchwood and the sound of the drums? It was those storylines that were never obvious but it all made sense in the finale.
I feel like Steven Moffat has the talent to write the most amazing episodes. Blink, Silence in the Library and The Empty Child are amongst my all-time favourite stories. What have they all got in common? They were one-off episodes when he wasn’t the head writer. Bring back Russell T Davies or roll on Chris Chibnall; I bloody love Broadchurch and I’m certain he’ll do a great job with Doctor Who. I feel like the underlying problem with Steven Moffat’s Doctor Who is that he’s trying to make it into something that is way more complex than it needs to be. I enjoyed how each episode of earlier series appealed to pretty much any audience; children could enjoy it at its face value and adults alike, with its innuendos and relatable storylines. Father’s Day for example, from series one, had so much action involved with the Doctor’s role but the story itself held so much emotion. It showed the beauty of father-daughter relationships and also portrayed grief and sorrow too. I can’t remember the last recent episode of Doctor Who where I had a good, hearty sob.
I still regularly watch Series 1-7, Part One. I’m watching Voyage of the Damned whilst typing this and I still label myself as a fan. I watch/ed The Pilot episode of Series 10 which aired on Saturday and I must confess, I did enjoy it.
I guess this is a foreword to my next blog post about Doctor Who.