Well, that rocked.
Okay, bits that didn’t make much sense (did the nanogenes re-write everybody’s brains to be that of the child, and if so, why the shuddering frell did they?), and a possible sighting of Eric Potts under a gas mask (showing his best side? Sorry, coudln’t resist…)
Buuuuuut… woo, yay and indeed hoopla.
Proper bats-arse technology (I ask you, how can you top a man in an RAF uniform in a space ship materialising a martini because the stasis field on the bomb he’s got in there with him is about to fail? Plus, gun that makes square holes and fills them up again,
pixies nanogenes, the “sonic” argument…)
Plus that whole human emotion thing… teenage single mothers in the 1940’s, the very odd threesome now in the Tardis, black marketeering… And the sheer uncontained joy for the Doctor that, for once, everybody lives.
Now, how many folks were expecting the empty child to turn out to be Rose’s dad? Or possibly Annakin Skywalker (NNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!)? Or Doc Constantine to turn out to know Rose’s family?
Idea: All those “fixed” by nanogenes have vastly increased lifespans… next time Rose goes back home, Constantine wants a word with her…
Anyway, heavy backstory episode next week… RTD, though. With the most embarassing of the slitheen. I’m not stoked for it, let’s say.
Then the episode with lots of injokes about BBC daytime TV… which, despite it resolving “Bad Wolf”, already has me in denial that it exists.
Meanwhile, to all those bitching that the Doctor tends to let others act this season… deary me, isn’t that the point? He is scared shitless of acting*. Last time he took decisive action, he destroyed his race and the Daleks, thorughout time, forever.
I sincerely hope that will come to bite him on the arse, soon.
*As in doing things, not as in thesping