I really, genuinely feel awful for all of the old Doctors now.
And the way Moffat explained it was soooo condescending:
“They’re all brilliant, they’re all terrific, but time has passed. I think it would be beyond the dignity of all those very fine actors to want to force themselves back into a costume from 20 or 30 years ago.” (SFX Magazine)
I saw Peter Davison speak yesterday at Hal Con, and his take on the issue was much the same. He said that he feels the 50th is celebrating the 50th Anniversary itself rather than 50 years of the program. He said that Moffat had basically penned something that celebrates his own work rather than something than something that celebrates the show as a whole. Peter Davison said that he felt let down to be part of a group excluded from the anniversary despite his role in its history, which is really very sad.
He said that Moffat had basically penned something that celebrates his own work rather than something than something that celebrates the show as a whole.
I know I’ve reblogged this before, but the added Davidson quote just makes me terribly sad. I got into who properly in the Eccleston years, but I’ve always been aware of it. It’s a huge part of the TV culture of the UK and the wider sci fi community. People who have no interest in the show now remember hiding behind the sofa when they saw the Daleks. And some people have been watching the show since the beginning and still love it now. The fiftieth should not be about one man and his ego. It should be about the fans, all the doctors, all the companions and all the stories that have been loved and lived. And we’re not going to get that.
Can people see now that’s it’s not just some people on tumblr who are upset about this? It’s the actual actors from the show you all claim to love, being shunted aside for Moffat’s wank fest.
THIS IS ACTUALLY, REALLY IMPORTANT.
Whenever people call the acting in Classic Who “rubbish” or complain about the bad effects, I just laugh. The explosion here was much bigger than planned. It nearly burnt Sylvester McCoy’s clothes off, but he kept walking, staying in character, because he knew they couldn’t redo this scene. That’s dedication. *tips off her hat*
More than that - as I recall, he thought it literally had burned his clothes off and a layer of skin for good measure, but he also knew the scene couldn’t be re-shot. And look at his face. He doesn’t flinch, just carries on bad-assing his way out of shot. In spite of believing he had major burns.
There’s more to the way the actor acts than how they look that we love about them.
The Weeping Angels have gone from an incredibly creepy one-off villain into creatures that, like the Daleks before them, have lost any ability to inspire fear. They are only terrifying if they obey the rules that make them feel real … and these angels never do. They attack you in an instant if you blink, but Rory and Amy can look away from them for a good minute to debate how to defeat them without any dire consequences. They zap you back in time if they touch you, unless you’re River Song, in which case they just grab hold of your wrist and don’t let go. They always cover their eyes to protect themselves from being quantum locked, except when they don’t. They turn to stone when observed, but can cross a huge, vibrant city full of people with no problems. They only send people back in time when they are weak, otherwise they just kill them (a la Season 5), but when they’re superpowerful in New York, they stick to the back-in-time plan. And it’s lucky that there are no pictures of New York City landmarks, since an image of an angel is an angel and all.
An interesting criticism of The Weeping Angels by FeministFiction
, The Angels Take Manhattan Review (via neighborly
Last one for today, i promise.
NINE IS ALSO RIDICULOUSLY HOT aksjdfkjdkjf
Vincent: We’re so lucky we’re still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky - it’s not dark, black without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there - lighter blue. And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air. And there shining, burning, bursting through - the stars! Can’t you see how they roll their light? Everywhere we look. Complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right - nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.