cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (dattebayo!)
Is anybody going to think less of me if I admit that sometimes, when I'm listening to the Doctor Who theme song, I totally do want to do the wave?
cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (singing down the moon)
There is, as always, something to be said for a show that, in the last twenty minutes of its season finale, can prompt you to say, at first, "Oh god, this whole season just a work of art," and then, three minutes later, "Oh no, bite me, you fucking fuckers."

What precisely is to be said, I am not sure.*


*Possibly: "Joss? Is that you?"


Fabulous props, by the way, to Karen Gillan, and her unfailing ability to weep on command, which, to date, has never failed to make me sob incoherently in response.


(Oh, and if the show then saves it in the last six minutes--I'm still unclear.**)


**Maybe: "Joss! Sorry, wrong number."


Other slightly spoilery notes. )
cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (love at the carnival)
For most of this, I was all EEEEEEEEEEE FIVE STARS FIVE STARS FIVE STARS. !!! This is Doctor Who at its finest! Pulpy science fiction adventure! Britishisms! Wit! Classic, memorable Doctor/Companion interactions! FIVE STARS SIR. Then in the last five minutes I was all RAWR YOU LOSE A WHOLE STAR for throwing Christina under the bus. So to speak. And besides, god help us all, could your Magical Negro be any more magical.* I appreciate that you tried to humanize her with the pork chops and the twice-weekly ten pounds and the spouse--and some fiddling props for not killing any minority extras--but come the fuck on.

The final two minutes saved it for me (saved it, I mean, from the five-minute-mark fail; it was doing beautifully until that point**). I forgive, on behalf of Christina, who's as perfect for the Doctor as she thinks she is, only because I know that David Tennant was already planning on leaving the show, and this particular brilliant Doctor/Companion pairing had no future anyway. But, damn. First Donna, now Christina--why does this show keep waving perfection in my face, only to whisk it away, at the last second? Stop that!

In conclusion: my favorite piece of Who in ages***. (Yes, I'm behind. I'm catching up.) (The Next Doctor was cute enough, but, weirdly enough, I liked the wormhole and the desert planet and Michelle Ryan more than steampunky London and identity theft and...whoever that dude was. I know, it's weird. Ryan, and the writing, just hit all the right notes for it to work.)

*She had great hair, though.

**Besides the Magical Jamaican Psychic Negro with great hair.

***Granted, it's been awhile. I'm kind of behind. God, I miss the Donna years. The Donna year, I mean. And the Martha years. Year. And the Rose years. And the Jack half-year.**** I can't really miss Torchwood, which was, at its best, still not good--which is what you get for designing a show to minimize the best qualities of your talented-and-charismatic-leading man, and to make a major character out of a rapist asshole, and generally, to suck--but I do miss Captain Jack on Doctor Who. He was good there.

****You may have noticed that this show goes through companions waaaaay too fast.


I will delete that last sucker whenever LJ stops breaking.
cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (Default)
Spoilers within. )
cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (Default)
Dropped:

Minami-ke:

I got bored. I have the most ungodly short attention span. With English-language TV, I can do crossword puzzles to ease myself through the dull bits, but that doesn't work with subtitled stuff.


Everything else is on hiatus because I was so hardcore about catching up on the new Doctor Who that I reactivated my Netflix account, and I can't pass my classes and watch more TV than is available with 3 discs at a time, unlimited monthly, even when the Post Office eats Season 3, Disc 3. Twice!

I have been going through my obscenely large pile of manga. I've been reading about two to three volumes a week (and buying two), but the pile started very tall indeed. I read a lot of manga. I read a lot more manga than I ever watch anime, by powers of ten. The reason I don't even try to blog about the manga I read is that I cannot keep track of it. The only thing I try to write down is titles I particularly want to read but haven't yet, and it's an awfully messy list, and very hard to decipher.


When the semester's over, I might try to marathon Ghost Hound, though, because that is more awesome than buttered bread.
cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (I have loved the stars too fondly)
Not quite as breathtaking as "The Satan Pit," but, on the whole, best of this season so far.

If you're going to insist on doing nothing but human-Earth-time-travel stories, this is not a bad sort of story to do (I am a massive sucker for "what does it mean to be human?" stories). I kind of bled for John Smith in this story--hitting my recently discovered WWI heartbreak soft spot didn't help with that--and though I never imagined they'd come up with a Companion quite as cool as Rose, they've definitely succeeded with that in Martha (and, well, definitely no prizes, but maybe an honorable mention for sort of brushing alongside of race from time to time.).

Oh, poor Martha. Poor, poor rebound Martha. I love her hugely, but I think she is doomed to be heartbroken on this show.


These episodes made me so horribly nostalgic for the English countryside. I wish I was there again.
cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (disaster befalls you)
Oh my god I cried like a baby. I can't remember the last time I cried so hard at a television show. Jesus, that was heartbreaking.
cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (air: field of gold)
That was perfect. It was very nearly everything that's been missing from the resurrection of Doctor Who. The adventure, the spirit, the mythology, the grand and far-reaching soul of science fiction as the broad imagining of human potential into the unknown future--oh yes.
cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (tea weevil)
I was rendered absolutely unable to take Owen's nihilistic rage-angst seriously by, immediately prior to watching this episode, having read a book of cartoons from 1951 themed on the childishness of men who've been rejected by their lovers. ("Mama, mama!") It doesn't help that Owen's a git. I'm sorry, but nobody cares about you and your pixie angst.

On a side note, I've noticed that the 1950s seem to have been a very good decade for cartooning. I've read quite a number of cartoon collections and prose works illustrated with cartoons from that era, and Im awfully fond of the style. Anybody who is actually under the impression that the '50s were staid and repressed should hunt some contemporary cartoon art down for an eye-opener.

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