Goodbye to Amy. I didn’t cry at all, or feel close to doing so. I have been an Amy fan from the start, so am not one of those who are only too pleased to see the last of her.
But not only had we been warned Amy and Rory were going, and in which episode, but I do feel there are only so many adventures the Doctor – any Doctor – can have with an assistant. Any assistant. We were getting close with Amy, and she went before she became an embarrassment.
Also, seeing as Matt Smith’s days are counted, it all seems for the best.
One bonus with Amy was that she brought Rory along. Sometimes it seems tempting to have just the pair of Tardis travellers, but occasionally I feel the more the merrier. Rory’s Dad has been an asset; useful and not easily fazed.
What was bad were the angels. I’m sure DW scriptwriters are responsible for loads of new phobias around the world, and surely being afraid of statues of angels is one of the weirder ones?
As for the vertigo, well. I don’t want to stand on the edge like that again.
And correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought we ended with a long and happy life for the Ponds. Just not the one everyone was expecting. Amy disappeared in front of the Doctor, but she was there to write the last page in River’s book.
On returning to 165 Eaton Place I felt awfully confused. It was a mere year since we were last there. How could I have forgotten? And how come that woman looked so familiar, while still leaving me wondering who on earth she might be?
So, encountering River Song back in 1938 was perfectly normal. They do time travel in Cardiff, after all. It’s thanks to nerdy Daughter that I now know they weren’t in London at all, but in Cardiff. It would explain the Resident IT Consultant’s concern over the hill in the park. No such hills in central London.
But what had happened to the old woman? And did they already have a child? I had no recollection of him at all. Not to mention the lack of a housekeeper. But, I slowly found my footing again and it was fun.
Not as fun as Downton Abbey, which of course is the thing that has come between us and messed with my brain and my memories. But you just don’t kill off the dowagers! And why bring out the ‘shameful’ sister only when she can be a nuisance, rather than a member of the family like everyone else?
Where Downton is soapy, Upstairs Downstairs is probably more ‘realistic.’ Fewer servants seems more normal. Having the butler cook dinner in a tight spot makes sense. And then there is the war. The Kindertransport brought tears to our eyes, with Kristallnacht bringing reality home.
At the risk of sounding too fluffy, there is also the gorgeous Art Deco interiors and the dresses to be considered. Not to mention J F Kennedy being sick. Was it the oysters?
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It’s quite lonely, being the only one who didn’t watch the last Who live. Especially as I ended up delaying by five days, due to a busy life. At least I have a life. I’m no slave to the Doctor.
You know, they could end it all now. If they needed to. But they won’t. The Christmas episode is a slight giveaway to the Doctor’s continued state of being more alive than dead. Matt Smith signing up for the next season is another one. So I didn’t expect too much in the way of final death.
The way they paraded a good number of former characters around, was reminiscent of farewell programmes and that kind of thing. A ‘lets get everyone together one last time’ sort of idea.
River Song didn’t get much of a wedding, did she? And risking sounding a little anti-Doctor, she didn’t get much of a husband, either. Did she?
I quite liked the ‘new’ Amy, and Rory did really well as a(nother) military character. Churchill was fun and so was Blue Face, but if they let Matt Smith put on another fake beard I’m going to scream.
Is he? Dying? The Doctor? Really?
It’s what he keeps saying. Looking upset about it. Tomorrow. Which I guess is next week.
I find it easy enough to dismiss these things as hype to get us all worked up, and more interested. But then I found myself thinking that maybe, really, perhaps? After all, we’ve seen it already.
But then there is the Christmas episode, and it’d be a shame if they had to cancel it due to plot inconsistencies.
I suppose there is always time travel. It could be one he made earlier.
Craig did well this week, and baby Stormageddon was lovely and quite wise. And the Doctor was unusually aware about normal things like the need to clear up a house that looks like a bomb went off.
It’s not applying myself enough that caused me not to ‘see it coming’. I just wasn’t speculating, reckoning – quite rightly – that if I watched A Good Man Goes To War I’d find out a thing or two.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I have spent a considerable time under the impression that River Song is the Doctor’s wife. Maybe she isn’t, or perhaps she is. Was. Will be. It’s not important. I just watch for the temporary fun of it.
This was a good Moffat-y episode and an acceptable cliffhanger for the summer. The headless things barely registered, but according to sources close to me, they are capable of causing sleeplessness. I suppose the tied-up sacks instead of heads is a little yucky.
I have a childish fondness for the kinds of script that call for lots of people to get together, re-uniting against some shared enemy or other. This was a good one in that respect. Lots of people. Trouble is I didn’t remember half of them. This probably means I’ve just proved myself an absolutely useless Doctor Who fan.
Pulverising people is not terribly scary, though. ‘Are you my mummy’ type things do it so much better.
And I maintain that Rory is an asset. Especially as an old Roman. Move over, Amy!
As Daughter said, she hates Steven Moffat sometimes. When he gets scary. And The Impossible Astronaut did have a flavour of ‘are you my mummy?’, although I’m not sure it was the child so much as the ‘creatures’. Those that look so awful that you want to scream, but that you forget as soon as you don’t see them.
The Doctor described himself as the King of OK, which even he realised was bad. But he is looking forward to whatever it was he will do/have done that made River slap him. It’s hard with time travel and you don’t know where you are.
1969, for most of it. Spacemen, but not the Apollo ones, I’d say. One of those deliciously named Americans, Canton Everett Delaware III. He was President Nixon’s second ex-FBI choice, but by happy coincidence so was Nixon. Delaware number III’s second presidential choice, that is.
Tardis coloured envelopes were nice, and the fishfingers and custard surfaced briefly. Amy is pregnant. So it had better not be her who gets killed off. It would be a shame for it to be Rory, now that he has matured so nicely. Which leaves River.
It was an OK, if not King of, first episode.
‘Come on Ponds!’ I suppose they broke the unwritten (or are they?) rules for time travel with having two of the same person at the same time. Not just two Amys, but two Doctors. Or sort of. Even two sonic screwdrivers. Sort of.
I’d like to think that they developed the plot as they went along, during this season of Doctor Who. They couldn’t know from the start that we’d like Rory so much. And were they intending Amy to get married, or was adventuring with the Doctor intended to be her way out?
A love – or two – that will never die, plastic suitor or not. Very romantic. And for a forgetful girl, Amy remembered as much as she needed to in the end. Except possibly those parents, and whoever said parents were important?
Fez and top hat. That’s at least one piece of headgear too many. Not sure I think the flower pot look is the right one for the Doctor.
The young Amy was even braver than the slightly older one. If that’s possible.
And the bishop had the Doctor’s back. It’s not what they normally do, but in the end I quite liked the bishop.
Poor Amy spent the second of the angel episode busy not looking at the angels. Or at anything. I could just see how those converses were going to take a tumble, seeing as she couldn’t see. But the soil was too well raked. They need to rough it up if they are going to be face first in the stuff again.
I know Daughter was busy counting kisses for David Tennant. Was this Matt Smith’s first Doctor kiss? And if they are going to use the phrase ‘getting married in the morning’ much more, I’ll break into song. It’s almost an irresistible urge. I’ll be Bryn Terfel.
Scared Bob was fairly scary at the end, I thought. It was the mild way he had of speaking, coupled with the things he had to say, which made it shivery stuff. Enough to make anyone crack up?
Sorry about that very bad crack. And sorry about that one, too.
I was going to wait until next week. After all, what’s the point blogging about half an episode? But as those Facebook nerds said – immediately – it was quite a good one. So I can at least put a couple of photos on here.
Those angels were actually quite creepy last time round, and with Amy rubbing her eyes, I now have an urge to do likewise. The clerics were almost Philip Pullman-ish, and sacred Bob went to being scared Bob. There was the quote, which I don’t remember perfectly, but it was something about a verger and his explosives.
I’m content to wait for next week’s instalment, but Daughter has theories. Well, she’s allowed to.