Monday, 3 July 2017

"Where there's tears, there's hope."

Last night’s Doctor Who series finale was pretty damn heartbreaking.

I’m sad to see Peter Capaldi go, particularly when things really came together with his Doctor in this last series for me. He’s a fantastic actor - and the Machiavellian Malcolm Tucker was a barnstorming performance - and is the perfect casting for the Doctor, but the combination of him, Matt Lucas and new companion Pearl Mackie has lifted things to a level to rival some of the key David Tennant and Matt Smith episodes (I hate what I’ve become).

That said, it’s always better to leave on a high note than when things begin to falter; not to suggest this was likely to happen, though everything has a shelf life. It’s hard to hit a consistently high standard, which is probably why the original Who ended when it did. At the very least, last night’s episode was an example of great television, the kind of which the BBC always does the best; what with Doctor Who and Sherlock (and The Thick of It, come to mention it) it’s fair to say BBC drama's in a purple period, if that’s not to TAFKAP-ish a statement.

“Where there’s tears, there’s hope”; what a line.

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