I was going to watch the new Dr Who with my son last night but he got a better offer-some teen fangrrl, so it was a genuinely better offer. I ended up watching on my lonesome in the library and on an iPad rather than the TV.
I probably should've dragged my lazy arse down to the big teev. There were some nice shots and set pieces and they probably deserved the whole 55 inches.
Still, I loved it.
Confession time, I haven't really kept up with the rebooted Who. I found Christopher Ecclestone a bit of a git and by the time Tennant and Smith had done their turns, my unwatched stack o' shame was piled way too high. Having watched and enjoyed Jodie Whittaker's debut last night, I'm now thinking I should go back and catch up with the modern series.
The new lady Who was great TV. It paid homage the traditions of heritage and all the legacies of this and that, but Whittaker's Time Lord started afresh, having been stripped of the Tardis and sonic screwdriver and, initially at least, a coherent sense of self. Thankfully the identity confusion didn't go on too long-looking at you, Sylvester McCoy-and as the narrative stakes were raised the new Doctor confirmed that she does indeed make house calls and kick arse.
I didn't find the gender switch difficult, or even momentarily distracting. I dont know how Whittaker does it, but she managed to channel the animal spirits of all the Doctor's who went before her, while filling out a new character whose novelty was a lot less about gender than it was about personality.
I liked the companions. They were solidly grounded in the canon of everymen and -women who've travelled with the Doctor for decades, and it never ceases to impress me how the writers resolve all of the plots' questions and problems without resort to weaponry.
I wont discuss the plot because there is an element of mystery that'd be rooned by spoilers, but it was pretty classic Who.
Bottom line, I enjoyed it greatly.