Well, it took longer than anyone would have thought for the Bard of Avon to make it into a Doctor Who story, but that he did this past weekend, in a good bit of old-fashioned, straight-up historical fantasy. It was fast-paced, properly silly, and good fun.
I particularly like the developing chemistry between Doctors Smith and Jones. I think they have set Martha up in being familiar in all the standard companion ways, but different enough from Rose to form her own type of relationship with the Doctor. I was afraid that Billy Piper would turn out to be the show’s blessing…and it’s curse…and that once she left, viewers would tune out, unsatisfied with the new companion no matter what because she wasn’t Rose. I have seen a little of that — people who were already dogging on Martha after a single story, who apparently remembered Rose as having sprung fully formed and fleshed out within fifteen minutes of her first screen appearance.
Next week’s episode looks to be pretty good, with the final(?) return of a familiar character.
As long as I’m here talking about TV I may as well say a little more about the Galactica Season Three finale. It’s not that I hated it. It’s just that it ended with two major revelations regarding the characters and I realized I just don’t care. I don’t care about the final five, or the President, or Apollo and his dad, or the Cylons’ flan, or the increasingly pathetic and stupid Baltar, or — and especially — the fate of Starbuck. There are many reasons why Galactica lost its shine for me: the increasingly cringe-inducing writing (see: the “love” speech from Badger to Caprica 6, which went on for roughly eighty-twelve hours and served no purpose whatsoever), the dawdling pace, the increasing feeling of being had (yet again), the decision that who is kissing who is more important than anything else, the constant desire to shout “would you just grow the hell up?” to nearly every character on the screen, and so forth. But really, all it’s come down to is: I just don’t care anymore. And I really don’t see me suddenly getting charged up again when the show picks up again eight months from now in January 2008: great move there, folks!
(I should also, in the interest of fairness, point out my increasing eye-rolling at how often I find myself being told that BSG is “the best show on television” and “a modern masterpiece”. I’m a fool for letting that stuff get to me, I know, but it does. Why the hell are geeks never content to just like a show and think it’s good? Hell, the finest honor a geek show can seem to receive is for it to be cancelled because then it proves that it was incredible…in fact, “too good for television”. Calm the hell down folks, it’s a TV show.)
Who knows, though. Perhaps when January 2008 rolls around and it’s confirmed that it is the final season and everything will be wrapping up, I will go ahead and see it out. Lord knows I did that for Buffy, which certainly didn’t deserve it.
So yeah, maybe I’ll watch BSG again at some point. In the meantime, I can’t wait for next week’s Doctor Who episode.