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starladyYes, my rips were misnumbered and I watched this Christmas special out of order. Oh well, it didn't spoil anything in season three or season four that I didn't already know about, so it's okay. Unfortunately this means I need to watch another Christmas special next.
Parts of this episode are great! Kylie Minogue is great, the premise is fun, I enjoyed finding the other half of the plot of Prometheus in the fourth act, I like Warwick Davis. The running bit about everyone in London having scarpered because of alien malarkey the previous Christmases is actually hilarious, and I especially enjoyed the way it builds on previous canon. I enjoyed the Doctor being like "who am I kidding, all my Christmases are Like This." I was sad the hosts weren't the Weeping Angels because that would have been great but you can't have everything. I enjoyed Astrid Peth blatantly hitting on the Doctor and having to stand on a box to kiss him because Kylie MInogue is just that short.
Sidebar: given how quickly the Doctor extends an invitation to Astrid to join him, it's really hilarious that he turns Copper's hints down flat with his "I travel alone" lies. He really does have a thing for blondes.
What I did not enjoy is that at the end of this misadventure the only people to have survived are the (presumptively straight) white guys! I don't have a problem with Astrid's choice on the face of it--but after the mixed-race fat couple and the cyborg/oppressed minority have all died, mostly through heroic self-sacrifice, it wears a little thin! And then, then, Russell T. Davies tries to lampshade the whole thing with the following line:
COPPER: Of all the people to survive, he's not the one you would have chosen, is he? But if you could choose, Doctor, if you decide who lives and who dies, that would make you a monster.
RTD, my dude…my bro…are you not aware that in writing this line, you have actually described yourself in your role as the writer of the entire fucking episode. And given what happens to all the female characters (why the hell are there not women in the cruiseliner service, as opposed to just the wait staff???), it felt quite a bit weird to read that this episode is the one they dedicated to the memory of Verity Lambert OBE.
Anyway, I'm off to double-check my rips against the Wikipedia episode lists. Don't book passage on a ship named Titanic.
Parts of this episode are great! Kylie Minogue is great, the premise is fun, I enjoyed finding the other half of the plot of Prometheus in the fourth act, I like Warwick Davis. The running bit about everyone in London having scarpered because of alien malarkey the previous Christmases is actually hilarious, and I especially enjoyed the way it builds on previous canon. I enjoyed the Doctor being like "who am I kidding, all my Christmases are Like This." I was sad the hosts weren't the Weeping Angels because that would have been great but you can't have everything. I enjoyed Astrid Peth blatantly hitting on the Doctor and having to stand on a box to kiss him because Kylie MInogue is just that short.
Sidebar: given how quickly the Doctor extends an invitation to Astrid to join him, it's really hilarious that he turns Copper's hints down flat with his "I travel alone" lies. He really does have a thing for blondes.
What I did not enjoy is that at the end of this misadventure the only people to have survived are the (presumptively straight) white guys! I don't have a problem with Astrid's choice on the face of it--but after the mixed-race fat couple and the cyborg/oppressed minority have all died, mostly through heroic self-sacrifice, it wears a little thin! And then, then, Russell T. Davies tries to lampshade the whole thing with the following line:
COPPER: Of all the people to survive, he's not the one you would have chosen, is he? But if you could choose, Doctor, if you decide who lives and who dies, that would make you a monster.
RTD, my dude…my bro…are you not aware that in writing this line, you have actually described yourself in your role as the writer of the entire fucking episode. And given what happens to all the female characters (why the hell are there not women in the cruiseliner service, as opposed to just the wait staff???), it felt quite a bit weird to read that this episode is the one they dedicated to the memory of Verity Lambert OBE.
Anyway, I'm off to double-check my rips against the Wikipedia episode lists. Don't book passage on a ship named Titanic.