Jan. 9th, 2009

Who who?

Jan. 9th, 2009 09:26 pm
shoebox_dw: (peanuts afraid)
OK, I am a trifle peeved about this whole Matt Smith thing. Because there I was, all set to leap into the Doctor Who experience, and I had figured that this impossibly crazy-sexy-cool Eleven everybody kept promising was going to be my jumping-in point, as it were. I would ride onto the TARDIS on a wave of general fun and excitement.

...Yeah. I don't automatically exclude gangly white dudes from coolness, but I do sort of expect them to at least have eyebrows.

Anyway, my enthusiasm for the revival series has been fading for other reasons. After a rigorous grounding course involving close reading of the show's TVTropes page over lunch, I figured it was time to move on to airdates here in Canada. Thusly over to the CBC, and ep synopses...uh, whoa. At the risk of sounding like I've regenerated one too many times myself, this is not the Doctor I remember.

I recall, as a nine-year-old or so, a lovely slice of low-key cheeze that aired on PBS-wannabe TVOntario. So low-key, I half-assumed it was made by TVO. It featured mildly trippy opening music and an amiable bug-eyed guy in a scarf. Note its appearance on this Classic TVOntario Children's Series tribute site; this is my Doctor. He had a robot dog. He did not have angst. Or Die Hard-level S/F/X, for that matter.

This is a recurring issue with me and most serial TV these days; I don't care about the angst, OK? Seriously. Enough with the self-absorbed whingeing. And while we're at it, down also with storylines so insanely convoluted and self-referential that I now hear people on subways planning to spend entire weekends 'catching up' on Lost. "I haven't gotten to it in ages," they say, with that sheepish 'caught me!' air that used to indicate never having read, say, Proust.

So it's pretty clear that not only will I have to sit through acres of the Doctor upset because being distracted by an ingrown toenail or something prevented him from saving a solar system, I'd have to go right back to the beginning ('Episode 1.01: The Doctor Notices a Certain Redness and Swelling') to appreciate it. Count me out.

Thus my new plan: to somehow, somewhere, get my mitts on the old-school Who DVDs I know must exist, and start from the beginning. Tinfoil Daleks forever!


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