Bitsa this; bitsa that - bits and pieces.
F, 25, North Walian, fandom stalker.
The problem is that misogynistic dicks are now relating to the Doctor.
He’s gone from a wise, kind, intelligent, wonderful figure to whom we all aspired to be like and learn from, to being that gross sexist dude we all know and try our best to avoid at parties.
AMEN. Not once have I thought any of the Doctors would take sexual advantage of his companions until 11 (he’s supposed to be a benign if grumpy Space!Santa in a show for KIDS ffs) which now tragically means even this formerly innocent escapist fantasy has been tainted by modern-day sexism. Now I’m not allowed to feel safe even in daydreams of running away with the Doctor on an adventure in space and time? Fuck you too, Moffat.
I am considering renaming The Day of the Doctor, ‘The Day of Steven Moffat and yet another reason why he should step down as showrunner right now before it is too late, which it already may be.’
And for once, I am not being dramatic. Saturday’s much anticipated night of entertainment left many Whovians with a bad taste in their mouths. It left us scratching our heads, pulling out our hair, and gawping at our televisions with confusion and disbelief. Tearing off our colourful scarves, throwing down our fezzes, and sniffing Ten-style, whilst giving our screens a very dirty Nine-ish side-eye.
Because it was a shambles. There is no pleasant way to put it. It was an utterly awful piece of television that I am honestly quite surprised the BBC allowed to air.
It lacked plot, characterisation, and most importantly, lacked the essence of Doctor Who.
I came away from the episode feeling majorly disappointed and betrayed. After all the hype, we had some action-film with no heart. All flash and no substance. Brilliant effects, but no emotional depth.
And I was not the only one to be saddened by this sorry state of affairs. My ask box was flooded by devastated Doctor Who fans. Tumblr was in a state of disbelief. Despite the positive reaction the reviewers were boasting of, I saw none of it. Not on Gallifrey Base, not on Tumblr, and not amongst the fans I know to be absolutely dedicated and in love with the show.
To me, the message we take from this is clear. Moffat has to go. He honestly does.
I have nothing against the man in general, but his writing simply isn’t up to scratch. The plots make no sense, the characters lack any humanity or depth, his work is littered with sexism, he has no respect for classic Who, and he’s now upsetting the classic Doctor actors.
It’s just such an almighty shame that the fiftieth fell to him, of all people. It came at a time when the writing is weak, when the characters don’t fly, when the audience is losing their connection with the Doctor.
And yet this is what was beamed out to the globe. Our television event of the year, Britain at it’s creative best, apparently.
I’m ashamed of it. I truly am. New viewers won’t want to tune back in. Old viewers are giving up watching in disgust.
Doctor Who has lost its heart and soul.
But now begins my review of the episode. The Day of the Doctor. Watched by double the population of Canada, it’s said.
man it’s super late but i basically boils down to
- i’m not a fan of the doctor behaving like a complete child
- not bothering to find amy’s baby
- not telling amy about being pregnant
- brainwashing humanity to murder for him
- stalking clara/not telling her he’s met her twice before
- effectively murdering oswin by leaving her to die in the explosion he enables by removing the defences and not taking her with him just because her mind is trapped in a metal tank
- murdering dozens of coma patients by exploding the spaceship without even thinking about rescuing them
- not a fan of a character who is constantly lying and who i can’t trust as a viewer
- i didn’t realise this for ages, but the way he spits out food and water onto amelia’s floor, and throws/smashes china plates- like oh my god little 7 year old amelia is going to have clear that up you asshole?
- letting river take the fall for his murder so that he can remain ‘in the shadows’, while she spends her life locked up in a cell
- phrases like ‘humany wumany’ and ‘explodey wodey’
- the constant twirling
- ’——- are cool’
- him cutting himself off from humanity and literally sulking in a cloud because his friends are happy together (and totally able to seem him again tbqh), after he failed to manipulate amy into staying with him
- talking down to people, calling them stupid (strax for example)
- sexually assaulting rory
- sexually assaulting a married queer woman and not apologising when she slaps him.
- making boner movements with various phallic objects
- acting sexually aware one minute (wrt river, leering at clara’s bum) and then the next he’s flailing like a kid when he’s being kissed and not understanding that craig is implying sex or that amy and rory are having sex
- acting like he’s never been on earth before and not understanding human customs (somewhat limited to the craig episodes which is why i don’t like them)
- sick of stories centering on his importance to the universe
- forcing river to break her wrist and screaming at her, despite the fact that they could have just written the line about it being broken in the book, but not gone ahead with it irl
- sniggering behind clara’s back when she accuses him of thinking women can’t drive
- his reply ‘it’s a woman’ and facial expression to the monk
- forcing his friends to witness his ‘death’ and to think he’s dead for god knows how long
- when rory crashes the TARDIS because he was distracted by looking up amy’s skirt, instead of telling rory to pay more attention, he tells amy to put some trousers on
- how he’s constantly running from his darkest day, or his darkest hour and rising up higher than before and falling father than before and omg stop being so dramatic
- ‘ Ah, well, she’s been brainwashed. It all makes sense to her. Plus, she is a woman.’there’s probably more but it’s 2am
this is why i’m sooo soooo sad that i’m not excited about the anniversary. i miss the potential of an 11 that never really was, i miss caring about the companion. i give less than a shit for completely hollow empty nothing clara, and i don’t want a doctor who’s a cypher for moffat’s putrid cockmouth brain. he’s ruined it. i admit i whined about 10 being way too much of a romanticised hero-worshipped guy who became a parody of himself, parroting the same old catchphrases over and over, but at least the companions were lovely and the stories were thought-provoking or just good fun
That moment where people on the internet worship and idolize the ground someone else walks on because they’re apparently the nicest person ever when you’ve been close enough to said person to know how horrible they really are to other people if you give them long enough.
Seriously though, these people are in for a major world of hurt soon.