I Have A Confession... (Doctor Who)

I watch Doctor Who, and I like it. I can't even tell you why, as I contemplated writing a post today, I asked myself what I did last night: Played Borderlands, and watched the latest Doctor Who special, The Waters of Mars. "Well, I've already made two posts about Borderlands, but I don't want to admit that I like Doctor Who, what to do?"

So, I'm swallowing my pride, and admitting it: I like Doctor Who, the new one, with that guy with too much hair gel. I don't always feel this way about Doctor Who, just after the sillier episodes, where I ask myself a couple of times why I like it, but then that part of my brain just shuts up and I start laughing.

The show has not even the slightest sense of consistency, it's at times scary, creepy, light hearted and witty, or just corny beyond all belief, sometimes going through multiple mood shifts in a single episode. This last special started off trying to pull off the creepy vibe with the first human habitat on Mars getting exposed to an intelligent waterborn contaminant life form. This quickly devolves into the more corny aspect, when the Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver to instantly upgrade a treaded robot, no longer throttled at 2 mph, it tears down a corridor with rocket assistant, and leaves flaming trails where it's treads have been. All in all, it was an okay episode, but it definitely just felt like one of the lesser episodes, rather than the A game that they should be bringing to the specials.

Even worse it that they next special, this years Christmas special, will be the last time we see David Tennant as our Doctor, and then we'll see how the new Doctor, Matt Smith, will do. From what I've seen, I don't really like the new guy, but I didn't like Tennant when he took over from Eccleston either, and he quickly surpassed him in my opinion, so I'm trying to keep an open mind.

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