Just a brief post on the greatness of great authors. I know. It’s sort of obvious, but why haven’t they asked more authors (of proper books) to come and write for the Doctor? Malorie Blackman’s Rosa was simply perfect.
Rosa, about Rosa Parks, in Montgomery in 1955, fitted in not just Whovian stuff and time travel, but it provided a whole section on [black] history. For us older viewers, this might seem like old news. But how many younger ones have not actually learned this at school [yet]? Maybe never will, the way things are going.
How useful to have a bus driver on the Tardis team, and a police officer in training! Not to mention a black man of today, discovering how far away 1955 really is, despite things seeming bad now.
More Malorie episodes, please!
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I had wondered. Who hadn’t? I didn’t doubt that a female Doctor would work; I just wasn’t sure they had it in them to make her work. But work she did, and magnificently so, even if she didn’t quite remember who she was to begin with. She knew what to do, and why. And what’s in a name?
Having no experience of Jodie Whittaker was probably a good thing. I knew as little as those who met her, when she fell into that train on Sunday night. A train, which to the Resident IT Consultant’s delight, was as wrong as screen trains tend to be. Just as well, once the weird and wonderful creatures have finished falling, the train would be a wreck anyway.
The new Doctor felt perfect, the way some people do, without you having been aware that you might welcome an improvement. Was that Jodie’s doing? Or the screenwriters’? Both, perhaps. And her hair… it was great hair!
Her companions were also pretty perfect, for being dyspraxic, having [had] cancer or being a rookie police officer wanting some excitement. I have seen criticism of there being three of them. I don’t agree, and feel that to have had one, wouldn’t have worked so well. I’d have liked it if there had been four. Ryan’s grandmother was quite a woman.
The adventure was also good, neither too tame nor too outlandish, and what a change it made to be in and around Sheffield, with actual accents being spoken. (I’m fine if next time we’re in some unknown corner of outer space.)
All we need now is the recipe for a sonic screwdriver. If it’s that easy to make, we could all have one.
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Well, what to say? Most people have already said it all, and it’s interesting to see how many anti-female-Doctor fans are out there. (What about the Master? And him fancying Missy? That’s weird enough.)
I really don’t care, as long as the new Doctor can act, and they get a decent script to work with. I don’t know Jodie Whittaker at all. I like her surname. She looks nice in general. I’ll await the future and see what I think.
Perhaps it was the sex-change aspect Peter Capaldi was referring to when he hinted that the next re-generation will be more difficult? We’ll see.
Another thing that surprised me this week was an informal poll on social media as to people’s favourite assistant. Bill came last or second last with most who took part. And as I said before, I think she’s the best we’ve had. I don’t get it. The last few episodes of this season of Doctor Who proved her greatness, as far as I’m concerned.
And that of Peter Capaldi. He has done extremely well this season. I don’t want him to go, but I reckon that’s why he should. Let him leave on a high.
Spent a couple of days last week watching the last two thirds of season ten with Daughter who had lagged behind for various reasons. It was good to see most of them again in quick succession, and watching again meant I noticed details I’d missed.
I’ll miss Bill, and I’ll miss no.12. But the others have become good friends, so I see no reason why no. 13 can’t win me over as well.