I don’t hesitate to say that this is one of the absolute best episodes of the show’s entire fifty-year history
We were probably due a duff. Serves us right for getting our hopes up, really.
At its best, Doctor Who is very often about flipping almost everything you thought you knew on its head.
Any bugger can write a story about a malicious alien intent on conquering the Earth, but this is a story with layers, depth, with a message.
All too often Doctor Who is about Space People having Space Problems. Now, we’ve got a real one.
It’s hard to remember a non-showrunner writer making this much of an impact on the show since… well, since Moffat in 2005, frankly.
He’s going to be absolutely fine so no, please, don’t give Clara a pointless emotional conversation with the Doctor about him dying, oh… too late.
“Under the Lake” delivers old-school Who with modern sensibilities and intelligence.
There’s something tremendously affecting in the notion that even the Doctor’s nastiest foes are able to make a sort of peace with him at the end.
Seriously, give me an entire episode made up of those “I approve of your new face, so much more like mine” scenes, and I would be perfectly happy.
The Celestial Toymaker is probably shit in any medium.
In a way, the buildup was more exciting than the event itself.
Missy represents a complete shift in the parameters of a Doctor Who villain. Nothing will ever be easy or comfortable as long as she’s around. Isn’t it marvellous?
Turning the Cybermen from Who‘s metaphorical zombies to literal ones is a masterstroke, and a nuanced exploration of the downside of humanity’s will to survive.
Should we somehow not want these things in our Doctor Who just because the story they’re in isn’t a base-under-siege and doesn’t have monsters or robots in it?
It might be a shame that “Flatline” doesn’t strike out and be brave in the style of previous bottle eps, but it continues the superb run of one-off episodes that have defined the series so far.
This is an episode that’s supremely confident in almost everything it does, even when the thing it’s doing is a reasonably straightforward monster-disaster-movie-siege plot
All things considered, “Kill The Moon” offers the first thirty minutes of one of the best Doctor Who stories ever made.
In some ways, I’d like to have seen Gareth Roberts throw caution to the wind, strip out the alien menace and Courtney and just give us a three-hander.
This is easily Stephen Thompson’s best episode of Doctor Who. And it’s the latest of several episodes which show that the series can keep finding new genres to crash into.
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We live in the era of Marvel Cinematic Universe and the super-hero team up movie. Here we have a British take on the same idea, and that’s the real story.
The great achievement of “Into The Dalek” is that it convinces you that most of its flaws don’t matter.
Capaldi is of course every bit as marvellous as one may have hoped from the moment his casting was announced.
We’re not going to pretend that we can offer anything particularly significant or deep to the chorus of discussion on Doctor Who’s 50th anniversary…
Caecilius est in TARDIS. Caecilius in TARDIS volat.
Well, the Internet and news media alike are all a-flutter after the news that the most popular Doctor of all time is set to quit the role…
Mixing arch social commentary with a restoration of the programme’s sense of fun, this out & out comedy proves completely riveting.
Ultimately, to the man with a streak of ice in his heart, we are all nothing but ghosts – now there’s a truly unsettling idea.
The two crimes that are largely unforgivable are to be downright boring, and/or downright stupid. “Akhaten” manages to be possibly the first episode since “Fear Her” to achieve both.
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A lively, rich, thrilling adventure, it’s tempting – particularly in the way it touches upon the creatures’ own mythology – to call Remembrance the definitive Dalek story.
I’ve got to admit, I was sceptical about this American re-imagining of Doctor Who…
In that one, glorious scene, he turns our safe, cosy expectations about Daleks – those colourful metal creatures the kids love so much – against us.
The combined effect is one of total disorientation, and as such the audience is brought fully into the swing of the production.
For the first time since 2005’s “Dalek”, the villains of the title are presented as a relentless threat.
What’s unexpected is that Moffat doesn’t just post the question of what happens when the Doctor loses his self-control, but also answers it.
It’s an episode that fits a familiar mould – the Doctor shows up in a base where people are doing something they shouldn’t be and things go tits up.
It’s filled with more of Gaiman’s famed tropes than you could shake a wild-haired female personification of an abstract concept in a tatty evening dress at.
Moffat’s arc has blessed this mediocre episode with a mutually beneficial dusting of sparkle.
Just about everything worth discussing in “Day of the Moon” can only be discussed within the context of things we haven’t yet been shown or told.
A work of such quality that even killing this show stone dead seems a bargain price for the entertainment that doing so will offer.
The ‘real Doctor Who fan’ is still a potent figure of ridicule.
What I would have given for this kind of show when I was the age of most of the audience; as, to quote Harold Macmillan, “people have never had it so good”.
I loves me the time travel, is the thing.
I feel completely confident that the role is in the safest hands possible, mainly because you get a real feeling that Smith is not afraid to develop and change.
First up, let’s get the obvious preconceptions out of the way. I think James Corden is shit.
To the list of utterly stellar single-story guest performances in new era Doctor Who, we must surely add Tony Curran.
Character of the week gets upset, fine, I can live with that, whatever. But piss off The Doctor, and I get shit-scared. It *matters*.
The episode had all the excitement of a 1950s cereal commercial, and the pacing of heart transplant surgery.
Not bad for episode seven.
It’s extremely easy to imagine David Tennant’s Doctor leaping out of the stag night’s cardboard cake with aplomb.
The fevered, almost limitless imagination of a man who wants to put pure story first is a thing to be cherished for as long as he’s around.
River Song? He’s her pimp.
“Victory” is what it is – an entertaining romp, lacking in depth and slightly faltering under intense scrutiny.
This is by no means another Blink, but it’s definitely one of the better episodes of its kind.
Matt Smith is so completely The Doctor it’s frankly scary.
I’m sure we’ve each of us got our ideas about writers out there that we think would do a tip-top spiffing job…
“He’s losing it!”, I cried to no one in particular other than the cat (who, frankly, couldn’t give a shit about Doctor Who, the idiot).
Because, now that it’s finished, it seems to have become somewhat fashionable to bash it.