Yes, I am a geek. And a sci fi geek at that. I’ve seen the good and a bad, the wonderful and the horrific, and I keep looking for the best out of mountain of horse poop.
And last night was an episode of Doctor Who that a lot of people have been waiting a while to see: The Doctor’s Wife, penned by Neil Gaiman. Since hearing it would be made I’ve sat in anticipation to be amazed. And I wasn’t disappointed.
I won’t go into detail on it; that’s been done a thousand times across the Internet this morning. Needless to say, it opened up a new window into the character of The Doctor, and unlocked some of the ice that kept those two hearts rather chilly when it came to having a relationship. (Not that I’d call the occasional snog here and there with The Chav a relationship.) He’s really only going to be happy with someone from his own world (though he might have been very happy with The Doctor-Donna), and like all good geeks, he’s in love with his car–TARDIS.
The thing that pulled it all over was the interplay between Matt Smith and Suranne Jones, AKA The Doctor and Idris. Their relationship was note perfect, but then, considering who wrote the piece, that’s to be expected. Their mad flight through space in a makeshift console room was a bit of madness that I can only see Matt pulling off, and his complete p0wnage of House at the end (complete with the warning of why he should be feared) was masterful.
And then it was time for Idris/TARDIS to go . . . and that was when The Doctor cried. And when The Doctor cries because he is loosing his “love”, it’s a sadness unlike any. After all, how do you say goodbye to someone you’ve known for 700 years, and only had the chance to “be with” for about an hour?
It was one of those moments that left me feeling that if I could write something 1/10th as nice as this, I would be very happy.
My only concern, however: can anyone really imagine William Hartnell calling the TARDIS “Sexy”?