So, then. The Eleventh Hour. Was it worth all the hoo hah, all the anticipation, all the angst, all the publicity, all the acres of newsprint, all the sleepless nights, all the trepidation?
I'm sorry.......have we met? OF COURSE it was. I've never doubted him, I never will, and he continues his unbroken run of not letting me down, rather, living up to frankly insanely high expectations.
The script was great (lots of loose ends though, Moff - did you think we didn't notice? It will all end in tears, sure as eggs). The acting was great. Amy (nut job though she clearly is) is going to be a great companion. Eleven is the Doctor. He's not *my* Doctor but he's *a* Doctor - a proper one, and will do a proper job, I reckon. The new Tardis looks great. Murray's music is wonderful (I do wonder if Amy's theme is trying to tell us something.......of course it is). The hommages to Spearhead in particular and Pertwee in general were fantastic (Troughton my ARSE. Pertwee love all the way. As it should be). The TWW gracenote was lovely. The montage of all ten previous Doctors made us scream with delight.
Bean loved it. Joey loved it. Roo loved it. Barry loved it. Tim loved it.
I loved it.
But Pertwee is still Best. He will always be MY Doctor. I'm sure he's glad to see the role still in good hands, though.
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