Partners in crime

Whimsical, the perfect adjective for the adipose (thanks Zeinab). That or marketing opportunity. Plush toy? Squeezy stress reliever? Squeaky for your dog? Only eight months to Christmas… Sorry, must have my cynical head on. I quite liked them really. But are you meant to like the monsters? Makes a change from hiding behind the sofa I suppose.

So leaving aside the fat-eating marshmallow-babies sub-plot, what did I think of the season four opener?

I liked the fact that the trailers didn’t give everything away and the clips we’ve seen built into complete scenes, especially with Donna and Gramps (gotta love Bernard Cribbins) and the lip reading scene. I never was a Donna hater. I liked her in the Christmas episode and I’m glad to see her back.

Loved the scene in the tardis with the Doctor starting to spout off his theory and stopping mid-sentence. Great bit of characterisation in just half a line.

I liked the way David Tennant underplayed the Doctor a little in this episode; not so much teeth nashing, eyes blazing – a bit more inward looking. The way he picked up Donna’s luggage was a nice subtle comedy moment.

“I’ll be health – you be safety”, great line! Wish I could have delivered that one.

Thought the whole “I need a mate”, was a bit heavy handed though. I was hearing “How very dare you?” in my head. But still, now we’ve got that out of the way, maybe we can get on with some real stories.

Was not expecting Rose so soon. That was a nice little teaser at the end of the episode. Also liked the fact that she’s somehow there, but not there. Russell T Davies obviously paid attention to my previous warnings

I found I was more fired up in anticipation than I was after the event, but it’s a Doctor in specs episode, and that always scores with me. It may not have been very scary, (no doubt partly due to the timeslot) and I do like a dark Doctor, but we have Steven Moffat episodes to come.

A reasonably generous 7/10.

Der der der dum…der der der dum…

It’s fair to say that last time I mentioned a certain Doctor, I was in a bit of a strop. But time’s a great healer (especially with the Doctor by your side) and well…to cut a long story short, Russell T Davies, you’re just about forgiven. Nine months is too long to hold a grudge (though I still owe Jason Landaur for tying my plaits to the back of my chair). Besides, the glimpses I’ve seen in between series have renewed my optimism. And I never did give up on the Doctor…just fell out with the writer.

So I find myself sitting bolt upright in bed, instead of drifting off to sleep everytime I hear the trailer on TV, and have devoured the Radio Times feature, looking for clues. Yes that’s me, back in full-on fangasm mode again.

I’m quite pleased Donna’s back. It’ll be interesting to have a companion who isn’t making cow-eyes at the Doctor every week (leave that to me…). Besides, when your Grandad’s Bernard Cribbins, how bad can you be?

Appetite whetted by a series of very slick trailers, I can’t wait to make sense of:
Martha channeling Grendel’s mother – dripping and furious
Rose’s return (I’m watching you RTD…don’t you dare do it again…)
Lots of corridor running, this time with a redhead (Mulder and Scully anyone?… No?… Just me then.)
And the Doctor, sweating and terrified. Wow! That one’s on a permanent loop in my mental multiplex. If that’s in the Stephen Moffat double episode (Stephen Moffat double episode!), I might just spontaneously self-combust.

Quite intruiged by another Moffat, Georgia who appears in the Radio Times feature, reminding me of Sally Sparrow in a cute and feisty kind of way. I’ve a feeling that could be the Doctor-lite episode, but I could be wrong.  

I do know that come Saturday, 6.20, I’ll be poised, heart beating der der der dum…der der der dum…