TV: The Eleventh Hour \ Doctor Who \ BBC
It’s not ‘cool’. If you gush, you’ll only invite criticism. In some cases, abuse.
But I’m quite used to all that.
And anyway, on the frequent occasions I’ve criticised, I’ve got the abuse as well.
I’m just a target. An easy target. I can’t win.I needn’t worry. I shouldn’t care.
And I don’t care as I write this. I doubt for a moment that anyone involved in ‘The Eleventh Hour‘ – starring Matt Smith in his first episode of Doctor Who – would read this.
I would have thought they wouldn’t need to look at anything on the internet. Because the stuff I’ve just watched – the first episode under Steven Moffat’s direction – makes me think everyone involved already has a pretty good idea of the quality of their work. And I’m not suggesting for a moment they’re being smug about it either.
As someone who loved Doctor Who as a kid (Davison was my Doctor, but I’ll happily concur that Tom Baker was better), this episode felt like old-school Who. It seemed like a simple idea, executed with some original and arresting techniques. Damn it, there were even references to the classic series. I was a pig in shit. I really was.
There’s still quite a lot of unnecessary running music Mr Moffat. I do think you ought to have nipped that in the bud. But that aside, you’ve done a cracking job.
Thank you. What a relief.
(Of course, now that you’ve basically finished production on this series of Doctor Who, any chance you and the other execs on the series could do something about the Eurovision?)
(And .. don’t think I won’t be paying attention next week, just like I did watching of ‘Waters of Mars’ last night. If it goes off the boil, I will be livid.)