Saturday 23 June 2007

The Doctor Who Thing (Week Twelve)

Boring.

Boring.

Boring.

Christ, "The Sound of Drums" was boring.

Ten minutes in, I was bored, but looked at the clock and said "Hell, there's thirty-five
minutes left, it can still be good". Twenty minutes in, I was bored, but looked at the
clock and said "Hell, there's twenty-five minutes left, it can still be good". Thirty
minutes in…

…you get the idea.

Boring.

Boring.

Boring.

Pointless.

Self-indulgent.

Boring.

Arse.

Not one single redeeming feature. Nothing interesting in the whole episode.

Nothing worth watching in the entire 45 minutes.

Just… boring.

Boring, and based on the media-happy conceit that presenting John Simm as a
Time Lord will excuse everything. Sorry, but no, it doesn't work that way: John
Simm just isn't very good. He's flat, dull, humourless (which is to say, he attempts
humour, but it doesn't come off), and as drab as everything else in the episode.
Setting him up as the anti-Tennant would only work if he were as sparkly as
Tennant. He patently isn't. He's… boring.

Boring.

Boring.

Pointless.

Self-indulgent…

…like "Aliens of London", but without the surprise value…

…arse.

Russell… ? You've lost it. Sorry, but you've just lost it. It's boring. You're trying to
pull off exactly the same trick you used two years ago, and no trick works twice. So
stop it.

Boring.

Boring.

Really, really boring. No-point-even-watching-the-second-half boring. "Doctor Who
has jumped the shark" boring.

I mean, we did the "Evil Tony Blair" idea in 2005. Bit late to go through the same
shit now, don't you think?

Boring.