Andrea has an entertaining review of the current season of Dr. Who. I guess I have to admit she’s right about most of that but I love the show anyway. Maybe it’s the British accents.
I actually know nothing about British culture except for what I have learned from movies, TV and of course the Internet where they don’t have any accents at all and seem almost indistinguishable from Americans except for when they start talking about strange sports like soccer and cricket so I want to make it clear that when I say I love British culture I have no idea what I’m talking about. Whatever I see on Dr. Who that is ridiculous and unbelievable way beyond any possible “willing suspension of disbelief,” I just tend to put down as more charming British weirdness and I love it.
So far I’m not totally charmed by Donna, The Doctor’s current companion. I don’t dislike her at all but I don’t like her as well as either Rose or Martha. Martha returned in the latest episode and we caught a quick glimpse of Rose in another episode this season. It’s sort of annoying that they haven’t gone anywhere with that yet – just that little surprise, which leads you to expect something, and then on to other, unrelated things.
Unlike Andrea, I liked the sad captive Ood song. On the other hand, I hated the, “Ood are so trusting because they carry their brains in their hands” bit. Oh come on! That almost goes beyond what can be excused as “just more charming British weirdness.” Also I’m getting tired of the – I can’t remember what they’re called – the green aliens who disguise themselves as humans and unzip their human suits at the forehead when they want to freak someone out. They’re gross and disgusting and neither funny nor scary.
Mostly though, I love Dr. Who. I can hardly wait for the next episode.