Cri de coeur

[avevale_intelligencer]

So two of my friends, as case-hardened fan critics (if I may say so) as you could wish to meet, are in floods of happy tears over last night's episode and I'm thinking...

...I'm thinking the same thing I thought when I saw "Rose" and read comments saying how wonderful it was that Doctor Who was finally back. I'm thinking what's wrong with me?

Because it's got to be me, hasn't it? It must have been me all the time.

Don't you think I want to be enraptured? Do you honestly think my pride, or some twisted sense of superiority at being the only one marching in step, is more important to me than the magical feeling I still get watching old Troughton and Pertwee and Baker episodes I nearly know by heart? I'm asking because I don't know the answer myself any more. I don't know why, when everyone else is looking at this and seeing their childhood favourite triumphantly returned, all I see is...nuWho. The mixture as before. New boss same as the old boss.

I'm like the lame kid at the end of "The Pied Piper of Hamelin." It doesn't matter how often I tell myself that I'm the lucky one, I get to live in the real world. All I know is that all those other kids were going somewhere really wonderful, and I got left out.

And if I was right the first time, and this new series is really that much better, and the only reason I can't see it is because the first incarnation of nuWho broke my connection and I can't get it back...then it'll be a cold day in hell before I forgive Russell T Davies for doing that to me.

Comments

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We are with you in the same ghetto. It had flashes, but the whole was not there. Some of it is the 40 minute thing, I think -- there isn't enough space for things to make sense, for relationships to develop, for us to care. Some of it was the heavy-handed manipulations -- Save the Whale! Whale is Allegory for Doctor!