Do you remember the movie Galaxy Quest? If not, its basic premise is that the cast of a once-popular sci-fi show is contacted by an alien race who believed the show to be a historical document, not fiction. They transport the cast to their ship, replicated from the show, and ask for help defeating an alien warlord. Knowing nothing about how the ship works, they instead contact one of the show’s super-fans. He not only knows the entire layout, but just about every detail about the show, period. Triumph ensues.
When it comes to Doctor Who, I’m on the verge of becoming that super-fan, squirreling away knowledge about the show. Just in case.
All other shows – and perhaps reality, since who can say for sure? – exist in The Doctor’s universe now, and the sooner we give in to this notion, the more awesome life will be.
I know I’m among my people here. You’re with me. You have Oods and sonic screwdrivers on the brain. Quantum theory is starting to make more sense. You know that it’s all wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey… stuff.
And that’s where I’ve left off, “The Stolen Earth” – Adventure #198, according to this handy timeline. Daleks have conquered Earth, and I’m nearing the end of David Tennant. I’m dreading the end. He’s just started to regenerate and… damn. This show. For all its lower-budget effects (for which I have much affection), it sure knows how to crush your heart.
I’m enamored, and it’s useless to claim otherwise.
Original BBC Viewers – how exactly did you withstand waiting a week between episodes?