That was fascinating.
We brought Rory onto the Tardis last week, and the comment I was going to make, but didn't, because:
- time is a finite resource;
- overenthusiastic commenters keep stealing my thunder;
- if commenters don't, then Internet herself keeps stealing my thunder;
- if I wait long enough purplecat will probably say exactly what I was going to say anyway;
The Moff doesn't play like that. The Moff has something different up his sleeve.
(Although I would dearly love to see Rory pick up a Stupendously Large Gun and turn into an outstanding badass. The poor bugger deserves his moment.)
Last week, Rory got to join Team Tardis, and there were complaints about the lack of chemistry between Rory and Amy. In this episode we get to laugh loudly and long at those people who thought that this was some sort of problem.
Again, everyone: this is Doctor Who we're talking about. Wait thirty years or so, and then you can write a review. Or at least wait until they've finished the arc. Then you'll have some idea about whether or not it holds up in context. Me? I'm just blogging. This isn't a review, it's a blog.
Since the beginning of the seasons, there's been a lot of talk about whether Amy loves Rory or not, based on the fact that she ran off with a man who can promise her the entirety of time and space. This week we got to see those concerns addressed. (For information, stormsearch has standing instructions, if the Doctor ever turns up, to fuck off and leave me without so much as a backwards glance; and to pick me up later if she gets the opportunity. I'd do the same for her.)
They've thought of everything that Internet thinks it came up with first, and they're doing something cleverer. And in the meantime, halfway through the season during the slow bit, they're mocking us.
This was an exercise in seeing how many Gilligan Cuts you can cram into forty minutes of television. On top of that, it was an exercise in subverting expectations. They subverted expectations and then they subverted them again and then, just when you realized that your expectations had been subverted, they went and subverted them a third time. And Simon Nye wrote the script. I must watch Men Behaving Badly again. I remember him being funny, but I don't remember him ever being quite this clever.
I loved it and I want more.
I currently have a bottle of single malt whisky riding on whether or not River Song is the Rani. Balls to that. I've got a new one for you: the Dream Lord is the Valeyard. Or, wait, I'm not even the first one to suggest that. One day I must really get around to watching The Trial of a Timelord, anyway.
So, who was the guy in the van?