OH MY GOD.

LOOK AT IT!

SQUEEEEEEEE!

*jumps up and down*

Well, all is relatively normal in the household of Rosby this Sunday evening; Joe is being grumpy and playing deafening music, Mum is watching Big Brother (for reasons that I can't even begin to fathom), Dad has retreated to his cave, and I'm sitting here and remembering that it's been over a week and I still haven't reviewed Doctor Who yet.

Right. Here we go.

...hmm.

See, it's far more difficult to do this one, because my reaction was so different to what it usually is. I definitely remember exactly how I felt whilst I was watching it, so it's not a case of forgetting (it was 2am, after I'd got back from Pride London, and seeing as I'd been disappointed on the big screen front I was determined to watch it before I went to sleep), it's just...I honestly didn't know what to make of it. Still don't, really.

Let's break it down. What I liked:

- Martha finally getting to do something consequential; after all this emphasis on her being a medical student, clever, bothered by her family, she hasn't done a massive amount except run, scream, and panic. It's nice to see her being the one who sorts everything out. Freema's acting was much better this time, too.

- John Simm. Oh, John Simm. From lip-synching to the Scissor Sisters to dying in the Doctor's arms (by way of serious wife-snoggage and mad, evil genius dancing), he was brilliant. Absolutely fantastic as the Master; it's so good to have someone who can match up to Tennant. He definitely stole the show in The Sound of Drums, and kept it up for this one.

- On a completely superficial note; Jack covered in grime, chained up, getting to shoot things, and returning to Torchwood. Hurrah! (More on Jack later, though.)

- Every weeny little bit of Doctor/Master interaction. Those two work superbly together, don't they? There was totally convincing chemistry between the pair of them (and no, not the shippy kind, although that hasn't stopped the slash fans going mental), and I was crying along with the Doctor when the Master died in his arms. Wonderful.

- The Toclafane being revealed as Utopia-bound humans; not only was I proved right (as were many other people), but it wrapped up the story in Utopia very nicely. Plus, the face in the metal ball was creepy and disgusting enough to give the little kiddies nightmares, which is always something.

- "This is me, getting out." I'm sad that Martha's leaving, because I do like her despite some dodgy acting moments, but I did love the way they dealt with it; people have been complaining so much about how she keeps going on about her unrequited love for the Doctor, but...why shouldn't she love him? It makes a very nice change from the Doctor and Assistant being in love with each other and never saying anything. Plus, I am *deeply* familiar with the "getting out", distancing technique. And it hurts quite a bit, so I do feel for her.

- The Titanic. Pure win.


Right. Hmm, I seem to have thought of a lot of positives for this one. Now for the negatives;

- As much as I liked Martha being the central figure, I just wasn't very impressed with the reveal that all she'd done was talk to people. I mean, I know that was the Doctor's plan, but I was all set for a combat, kick-ass Martha who's hardened and stronger than she used to be. Finding out that she's just been talking does take away that element of her personal growth. I don't know. I'm not making sense.

- The Doctor/Messiah telepathic floaty nonsense. Granted, I didn't hate it quite as much as Marie did, but it's such an easy way out. My favourite Doctor by far is flawed Doctor; he's certainly a hero that travels around the Universe saving people, but he is by no means perfect, and is often forced to make decisions that aren't for the best. Thinking about it now, that's one of the reasons why the series 1 finale was so good, and why I loved Eccleston so much; remember "coward or killer"? He chooses "coward, any day", and you admire him more for that. I think the same about Jack in Torchwood. Presenting the Doctor as this perfect saviour being who saves the day thanks to people's prayer takes away that novelty. Plus, it's totally transparent. Chibnall did exactly the same thing in the Torchwood finale, and it doesn't work.

- Doctor in a cage. I don't completely hate this, but I'm veering towards the negative. It's just so...*weird*. Scares me a little.

- Magical Reset Button. The ultimate Deus Ex Machina, and too bloody easy, once again. It's the perfect way of putting things back to normal, and it's insultingly simple.

- Jack. Right, this is where I really start ranting. As glad as I was that Jack came back for those three episodes, he may as well not have bothered. Asides from a couple of minor reveals, and a delicious scene with the Doctor in Utopia, there has been no point in his presence. He was left on Earth for over a hundred years, and there is no hint of confrontation with the Doctor, no apologies, no real closure. The Doctor has been completely dismissive and not bothered to deal with how Jack must feel being trapped in linear time after all these years. Jack's main role in these episodes seems to be wandering around looking gorgeous and shooting things. Which is always good, but we need more. All us Torchwood fans hoping to find out more about him, hoping for some kind of explanation, or for Jack to get to grips and accept his immortality, are distinctly miffed. Russell simply inserted him into the finale, realised he'd have to do something with him to avoid a fan mutiny, so tacked his big reveal onto the end of the episode. Oh, speaking of which...

- The Face of Boe. This has divided the Torchwood fandom into three sections; the WHAT?, the HA!, and the NOOOOO! I am part of the NOOOOO section, myself; what the hell was he playing at? It's as if Russell visited the nearest livejournal and found the most ridiculous speculation he could find. It completely takes away the mystery of Jack's eventual fate, and it just doesn't make any sense. Plus, Jack's obviously shown that he is a very social and physical person; he life revolves interacting with people, with running around trying to save the world, and not least, intimacy; he is widely-known to be a pansexual man-whore. (Ahem). He is *not* going to be the kind of person to end up as an unmoving head in a big jar. He just isn't. I don't know if I'm fan-wanking or not, here, but that's just how I feel. It's the most pathetic and paper-thin reveal. I'm in the process of trying to erase it from my mind; it probably won't be mentioned when Torchwood returns, so I can forget about it.

- I have absolutely no sympathy for Martha's family whatsoever. At all.


...I'm well aware that those explanations are incoherent and not very deep. I'm just letting the words come out without really thinking about them.

SO. That's what I thought. It was brilliant, but Rusty tried too hard to make it unusual and different, and a lot of things are very jarring as a result. And the lack of Jack was just infuriating.
As for new companion news...gah. I have absolutely no doubt in Catherine Tate's acting ability; she is an RSC woman, after all, but I HATE Donna's character. I really do. If she spends the whole time acting like she did in the Christmas episode, I may stop watching. With any luck, she won't. That's all I'll say on that for now; I'm reserving judgement until I actually see her do it. I've been proved wrong numerous times on this kind of thing.

(Plus, I hate The Catherine Tate Show; "Am I bovvered?" repeated a million times does not constitue comedy, in my opinion.)

RIGHT. That's it. Doctor Who is over for another year; and I have enjoyed it exceedingly. Freema Agyeman did have quite a few dodgy acting moments, but overall she did well. I loved all the episodes, bar the Dalek two parter and The Shakespeare Code. I've had fun squeeing at things, and I'm looking forward to the next series.

I'm really not doing a good job reviewing this, am I? I'm trying to stay positive, so I have less to type about. My fingers are killing me. Maybe I should try another time. I'll talk about it a bit more soon, I promise.

*sigh*

I miss it already...

The Sound of Drums? BRILLIANT. Bloody excellent. The Master is utterly bonkers, and I love him already.

Again, copying and pasting my initial flailing reaction:

I am calm.

I am calm, I am calm, I am totally calm.

I am serene, in fact.

I am...oh, whatever. FUCKING HELLFIRE, THAT WAS BRILLIANT!

With the...oh, John Simm, I think I may love you. And Martha and Jack, and the Vortex Manipulator, and....and SQUEEEE! TORCHWOOD REFERENCES! When Jack said he was calling some friends, I nearly flailed out of the chair. And they're on the Himalayas! *What*? I know they can be a dim lot sometimes, but surely they're intelligent enough to maybe leave someone behind in case there's an emergency? Or, even if they can't, make sure they have clear phone communication to Britain?

(They'd probably leave Ianto behind, wouldn't they? Hmph. Typical abandonment. Still, if they did, it would mean he was back at the Hub and could have answered the phone and met up with Jack. Oh bollocks, why didn't they leave Ianto behind?!)

Jelly babies! Tom Baker reference!

And the old Doctor, and the Toclafane!

AND GALLIFREY! We saw Gallifrey!

And Jack died. Again. Well, we were all expecting that.

Dear God, I'm still wibbling. And next week...combat Martha! Old Doctor! (I know it's still David Tennant under the makeup, but I do prefer his younger self. I'm shallow like that, see.) Gun-toting Jack! Dirty gun-toting Jack! And dirty, gun-toting Jack that is meant to reveal a "jaw-dropping secret".

....I can't wait. Really. I can't. WANT IT NOW. WANT. WANT MUCHLY.*squee*

It was only a bit later that I realised that Saxon, using his evil tapping, could have somehow convinced them *all* to go, over their better judgement. If he can get inside Jack's head (which we know is pretty unpenetratable from the Torchwood episode Greeks Bearing Gifts, then he can get inside anyone's head.

And the tapping. Oh, the tapping! Why on earth didn't I mention that? I love Russell for turning something so simple into something so sinister. And it's incredibly catchy; I've been tapping that rhythm ever since it aired.

Tappity-tap. Tappity-tap. Tappity-tap. Tappity-tap.

Other fantastic bits; Mrs Saxon (creeepyyyy), the perception filter keys, the phone conversation (with added subtext), the Paradox (that was some *perfect* CGI, there), the happy/sad faces, and Saxon and Jack in general. Hee.

My one criticism; Voodoo Child. It just didn't work.

Gah, I'm terrible at reviewing Doctor Who; I mean to be balanced and rational about the whole thing, but I just find myself wibbling hopelessly and incoherently.

What exactly are the Toclafane? They've got to be something awful if they can break the Doctor's hearts. I'm with the view that they're the last of the human race who took off in the rocket to Utopia; it would provide us with their story from the end of Utopia, and it would break the Doctor's hearts because he was the driving force in helping them set off, and it's him who is responsible for the extermination of the final humans.

Also (just remembered this), soon after the Professor turns back into a Time Lord, he takes a disc out of the computer and says "Utopia!" in a very scathing and evil way.

I can't think what else it would be. Whatever it is, it's big. Very big. *squee*

Anyway, had better be off. With any luck, I'll be viewing the final episode in Trafalgar Square on a big screen. It's just as likely that I won't, but it doesn't matter. Seriously looking forward to it. Hurrah!

Rosby out.

"You two! We're at the end of the Universe, at the very edge of knowledge itself and you're busy...blogging!"

Tee hee!

Again, the excitement over Doctor Who has (slightly) faded after Saturday. So, as before, here was my initial reaction as posted somewhere else:

Where is everybody? Who am I meant to squee at? WHO, I ASKS YA?

JACK! JACK IS BACK, PEOPLE!

*hopeless flailing*

Jack, holding the Doctor's coat! YESSSSS! Ianto does exactly the same thing to Jack in Torchwood! Multiple times! And now...squeeeeee!

THE MASTER! THE PROFESSOR WAS THE MASTER! The watch, and then the thing...JOHN FUCKING SIMM, PEOPLE!

Jack backstory!

And then the TARDIS left them there! Just...gahhhh! Left! Without even a trailer!

Wait...hang on...wouldn't there be one after the closing credits? Was there one, or not? Maybe I should check again.

And speaking of credits...Barrowman! Barrowman was in the opening credits! YEEESSSSSS!

(Plot-wise; a bit rubbish until the last fifteen minutes, which were brilliant beyond any kind of belief. Yana! The Master! Regeneration! JOHN BLOODY SIMM!)

*runs off*


It was brilliant. Utterly brilliant. I'm even willing to forgive the plot weaknesses for the sake of the final twenty minutes or so. The interactions between Jack and the Doctor were perfect, and we were plied with delicious details about Jack's past, at last. Hurrah!

And...the Master! The bloody Master! I mean, the Master's return was probably the worst-kept secret there could have been, but I wasn't expecting it now! Not at all!

And dear God, John Simm! I've never even *seen* Life on Mars, yet I love him already. Saxon's obviously a total nutcase; that shot of him wearing an oxygen mask with both thumbs up never fails to crack me up. And so deliciously evil...God, I'm looking forward to next week's.

Anyway, moving onto the real world for once, my exams finished today.

The two-year slog is finally over. The baby is born at last, with very few complications. Some of the contractions (I'm thinking Science) were a bit more painful than others, but I expected that. All will be well, I'm sure. Well enough, anyway.

Over. Over, over, over.

To be honest, I did all my excited squealing earlier. For now, all I can say is...whew. I can't believe I'm not filling up the page with capitalised joy, but now that all has worn off, I'm just feeling happily tired. And once that has worn off, I'll get incredibly bored, guaranteed. Still, there'll be plenty to concentrate on after that. (Organising Pride London being one thing.)

The GCSEs are over. They're...done. Complete. No more work, no more exams.

HURRRRRAHHHHHHH!!!! *dances*

...what do you know? I still had a little bit of squee in me.

As to regular posting now that they're over, and given the huge amount of time I have now...I don't know. Watch this space. But you'll definitely hear from me re: Doctor Who, Marie's book, and hopefully Pride London. This is not the end!

(I know Pride London is a long, long shot - but I'm fixated on the idea now. It sounds unmissable.)

Keep checking back, people! (If there's anyone left.) I promise there will be more.

Right, now off to organise my textbooks for handing-in day tomorrow...*wanders off humming happily*

That new trailer.

That brand spanking new trailer.

Right.

To be perfectly honest, I can't be bothered to recount my initial reaction after it aired. So I'm copying my blog post from by Bebo account onto here.

This was written, at a state of unbeliveably high excitement and squeeness, about fifteen minutes after I saw the episode.

Oh my God!

Did you see it? The tr-oh my bloody God!

OH MY GOD!!!

The...wow! The thing! The pain and the scarecrows and John Simm and the "cured" Doctor and the spacesuits and...GAGHHH! OH MY GOD!!! CAPTAIN JACK!!! CAPTAIN JACK RUNNING! CAPTAIN JACK RUNNING WITH THE DOCTOR! CAPTAIN JACK JUMPING! CAPTAIN JACK SPEAKING! CAPTAIN AND THE DOCTOR AND MARTHA AND...EEEEEE!

"Was someone kissing me?"

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T STOP!

For one, mad moment I thought it was next week's trailer which nearly made me lose it, but logic dictates that it can't be. Seeing as Doctor Who will be missing for two weeks (*grumble* bloody Eurovision...), they've made the fans an extra treat.

And what a treat! What a fracking good treat it was! Absolutely bloody fantastic! As soon as it's up on youtube it is ON the Bebo page like a shot.

Fricken'...hell! I still haven't recovered. The Torchwood fans are going to be literally exploding with squee.

SQQQQQUUEEEEEEE!

*runs off like a mad thing*

That pretty much sums up my mood. It was bloody FANTASTIC. And the best thing of all? (Apart from Captain Jack and John Simm tapping the table.) All those episodes air slap-bang in the middle of my exams. Excellent! I'll have something to look forward to!

The only thing that got me slightly miffed was that it's obvious there's going to be a distinct lack of proper continuity between the end of Torchwood and the beginning of Jack's stint on Doctor Who, because the audience of Doctor Who (the younger demographic that it's aimed at, anyway) won't have seen it. Still, I can overlook that.

P.S. How creepy was Saxon with his oxygen mask, tapping the table? Absolutely wonderful.