“They always throw it on Valentine’s Day because Doctor Who fans are available.”
That’s what actor/ writer/ comedian Toby Hadoke said on Friday night to a packed room full of Whovians. Fair play, Toby. But if you’re not going to surround yourself with people who love something enough to fly across the country and talk about it, what exactly is the point of Valentine’s Day?
Last month, and at the very last minute, I joined Kim and Sage of Head Over Feels to spend a long weekend at Gallifrey One, a Doctor Who convention in Los Angeles. Kim, Sage, and I are dividing and conquering our recaps of the experience. First up, Kim documents our insanity on the journey to LA.
“Hello. Are you in pain? My name’s Rose Tyler. I’ve got a friend—he can help. He’s called the Doctor. What’s your name?”
Most of Rose’s early days with the Doctor have been spent defending the people around her against the aliens who would harm them—or, in the case of the Doctor, against aliens who just have a different perspective. She fought for Mickey and Gwyneth and Harriet Jones, and on the earth’s last day, she stood there and watched her planet burn and remembered its people. Rose is so incredibly human, in a way that the Doctor needs. But she’s also traveled the stars, and that puts her in a unique position to get things done.
One of my coworkers started Doctor Who last month. I’d just left a screening of David Tennant’s Richard II (gold. nail. polish) when I saw his “Doctor Who: it’s happening” Facebook status and promptly offered the constructive comment “SHUT YOUR FACE.” Other friends chimed in with their own excitement, but when my coworker finally responded to the thread, all he said was, “Kelly, I was waiting for your comment.”
I think I’ve been found out. I want to share this show with everyone. If we spend any time together, I’ve probably got a gateway episode all picked out for you, which I will never, ever bring up in conversation, because that’s too much pressure. You can’t watch Doctor Who for anyone but yourself. But if you ever decide you want to watch it for yourself, I’ll be at your place within the hour with ice cream and a personalized guide to ruining your life the British sci-fi way.
Welcome to 2014! Sherlock is back (and Greg Lestrade is lookin’ FINE). Community is back. Victor Garber is back. David Tennant is coming to American television. Parks and Rec hits its 100th. I’m finally going to watch Scandal and The West Wing (#resolutions). It’s all very exciting. But before we jump into the new year, let’s look back at the best of the last. (more…)
Merry Christmas, the BBC left pain and loss under your tree again this year. Matt Smith’s Eleventh Doctor took (off) his final bow(tie) last week in an emotional farewell, and he acted the heck out of it. We’ve seen Matt grow from a baby-faced 26-year-old floppy haired giraffe to an outright star, and his enthusiasm, devotion to the show, and big heart will be very much missed. Here are just a few of the times he made me love him. Thank you, Matt. You owned your stage. (more…)
“You told me the name you chose was a promise. What was the promise?”
Craig Ferguson said it best: intellect and romance over brute force and cynicism. The Doctor is the one who makes people better. He couldn’t even handle calling himself the Doctor and fighting a war at the same time, because war doesn’t fit who he promised to be. (more…)