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Jun. 4th, 2011

I realise that I haven't been posting much about Doctor Who during this series, but I have been watching it. I wasn't sold on the first two episodes and am still not what you'd call excited about how they're going to resolve that plot -- there comes a point when it stops being timey-wimey and starts being but you're just giving me a sodding migraine. I adored Neil Gaiman's episode beyond all sense or reason.

And...

Rory Williams, you are magnificent.

I have this urge to go back and watch every episode that River Song has ever been in. I have not been obsessed with finding out who she is like, for example, Flatmate has been, but I do get the distinct impression that Moffat has been planning this for years, like since The Silence In The Library, and I am going to have to try and figure things out. I have had Mama Sefkhet on the phone saying, "I thought she was the Doctor's wife!" Which. Maybe. Although, I must say that it'll be a little bit skeevy if the Doctor does indeed end up having a sexual relationship with someone who at the moment he is treating very much as a favourite niece.

I can't help wondering if that part of their relationship is all River, though, you know, with the flirting and the looking and the bantering, and if it's not actually a serious attempt to get him into bed so much as just how she is with him, with this person who she has known forever. I don't know if I'm explaining this very well. But, hell. She was apparently brought up in the 51st century and she has Pond genes, I'd be surprised if she DIDN'T flirt with the Doctor.

The idea of them not actually being in a sexual relationship does jive rather nicely with another bit from this episode. It was lovely that, after all the years of icky Rose stuff, we got some sort of affirmation of the Doctor as a basically asexual person. I don't know if it's going to stick, but that was a nice nod.

"I speak Baby!" I loved that and I thought that Matt Smith was wonderful when he was having the evidently two-way conversations with Melody/River.

Hell, Matt Smith is wonderful in general.

Oh, and the fat thin gay married Anglican marines. Just because. You knew I'd love them, right?

RORY.

Amy's speech to her daughter about the Last Centurion. I clapped. In my flat. Alone.

You know, one of Flatmate's theories in the last series involved the thing when River said that she'd gone to prison for having killed the best man she's ever known. She thought that to assume that that man was the Doctor would be the easy assumption, and what if it was that she had killed her father. Which. Yes. But, you know, how does that ever come up? How do you ever answer that question? So, we sort of shelved the whole idea. But now we know that her father is Rory and that he is a good man, maybe, truly, the best man she's ever known. River is one of the few people in the world who remembers that he guarded her mother in the Pandorica for two thousand years, after all. So. Maybe. If Moffat kills Rory off for real, I will be pissed, maybe as pissed as I was when RTD killed off Ianto.

And all of that is without even touching the question of how do you get from that to an episode called Let's Kill Hitler. I'm guessing not everyone saw the very brief flash from the next episode, as it came after the credits and so wouldn't have got to iPlayer?

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persiflage_1
Jun. 5th, 2011 05:33 am (UTC)
I wondered, last night, if it was going to be Rory that River killed. I certainly haven't ever believed she killed the Doctor.

The title of the next ep just made me go "WTF?!" because *seriously*?!
It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house and now live over a quarry of noise and dust cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own.,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records.

Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch. You are not responsible.

You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it, and in that way, be known.

- Naomi Shihab Nye

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