Words: James Ekron
“We’re all stories in the end, just make it a good one, eh?”
There is a character so immersed in resurgent hipsterism that he makes it impossible for Generation Y to resist. A time travelling space doctor with bleeping screwdrivers and steampunk enemies was just what the noughties ordered and boy have the British delivered. Steven Moffat (creator of Sherlock and millions of Cumberbitches everywhere) shows why he is the man entrusted with thousands of potential tears in season eight of Doctor Who.
The original series never aired in South Africa – the Apartheid government didn’t like how Cybermen violated the Mixed Marriages Act – so, there aren’t many Whovians afoot. For late-comers, Doctor Who is the oldest running sci-fi television series ever featuring Doctor Who (he doesn’t have a name, or does, we don’t know, it’s quite complicated) as the last of an ancient group of cosmic cops called Timelords. He steals a TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimension In Space) machine to right wrongs with his inevitably well-lit female Companion.
Season 8 sees the arrival of Peter Capaldi (the Scotsman who teaches us all how to swear on The Thick of It) as the “new” Doctor. Each time the Doctor “regenerates” or, the audience gets tired of David Tenant’s hair, a new lead replaces the old as the same person but with a different face. You can only imagine how bean counters revelled at such attempts to prolong continuity, however, this is part of the fun. Doctor Who doesn’t take itself too seriously and, if it did, no one would take it as seriously as they do today.
Doctor Who is CSI for the stars. Think Gil Grissom released upon the galaxy with a sonic screwdriver and a lot less murder. If you’re reading this it’s because you haven’t taken the plunge into the room that’s bigger on the inside, don’t be afraid, no one really understands the first time they do. That’s kind of the point. As for those invested long before Season 8, Capaldi’s greying hair and furious eyebrows hit all the right beats as a callback to the first Doctor. Moffat clearly knows what he is doing to write a craggy Scot so well that fans feel themselves being won over all over again. High praise from this reviewer, considering Matt Smith was the man who taught me I could love another man.