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and they will obey me
A day late, but! Waters of Mars:
I was spoiled for pretty much 100% of this episode, and I cannot tell whether that made it more or less rubbish. I think perhaps I shouldn't have spoiled myself? Because I was already expecting the water monsters and the running about on a space station to be the usual fare -- one-off characters die! I really don't care about them or their ~exploration of the stars~ so I mostly entertain myself guessing who's going to live, only I was even spoiled for that -- and I went in with essentially the right expectations for the first forty-five minutes.
The last fifteen, though, I wish I hadn't known about, because unspoiled I'd probably be writhing around in glee right now. As is I am just feeling a bit tingly. Because, um, we already knew I am knee-weakening-easy for the Doctor going all Oncoming Storm surrounded by fire and disaster, and al;kfdjd. I wish he'd been less shouty for "The laws of Time are mine, and they will obey me," because that is a line I want to COVER IN CHOCOLATE AND SAVOR, but it's almost entirely made up for by Adelaide's protest that the Doctor shouldn't do this, and his quiet measured "Tough," in response.
I love that Adelaide called him on his all-knowing I-get-to-decide bullshit, which of course he's done before -- in small ways, with little people, which she also calls him on. (Hey, Doctor, a lot of your companions have been Pretty Fucking Important -- but of course it is because of your magical glowy self!) I -- I think maybe I can forgive a lot of Ten's massive amounts of self-congratulatory hubris because, hey, it's being acknowledged as hubris! I would venture that maybe he needs uninformed humans to play devil's advocate for him so he can choose the right thing, only then I flash back to the drowning of the Racnoss in Runaway Bride and ... no, this has been a problem for a while. Actually, this episode's ending reminded me (perhaps intentionally?) of Runaway Bride; Donna was a lot more freaked out than impressed, same as Adelaide & co here, which brings me to ...
My massive soon-to-be-dashed hopes for the finale! Clearly Donna and Wilf need to set the Doctor right. SOMEHOW. Meanwhile HOLY SHIT THERE IS LUCY SAXON. LUUUUUCY. I did not realize how much I loved her until I started feeling HUGELY RIDICULOUSLY EXCITED ABOUT THAT SHOT OF HER. I am less hugely ridiculously excited about the Master, because I've had time to get used to the idea that he'll be in the finale, and now I'm just hoping [a] that the Doctor will die in the Master's arms, for which I will forgive this show EVERYTHING EVER and will of course not actually happen, and [b] that the weird badly-done skull effect was a strange hallucination brought on by the Master's bad dye job, and will not appear in the finale at all. Because I am shallow.
Really, though, Ten-dying-in-the-Master's-arms aside, I am really hoping the Master is really there and not a hallucination. In a pocket universe -- which I MAY WRITE BETWEEN NOW AND CHRISTMAS, OH GOD NOOOO -- the Master will end up saving the universe from the Doctor. Somehow. More realistically I would be hugely content with the Master being fascinated by the Doctor's sudden flirtation with going off the deep end, and encourage the hell out of it. I can reasonably hope for that, right?
The cloister bell fills me with such trepidation! Doctor, where are you off to?? I AM A BIT EXCITED ABOUT CHRISTMAS, GUYS.
I was spoiled for pretty much 100% of this episode, and I cannot tell whether that made it more or less rubbish. I think perhaps I shouldn't have spoiled myself? Because I was already expecting the water monsters and the running about on a space station to be the usual fare -- one-off characters die! I really don't care about them or their ~exploration of the stars~ so I mostly entertain myself guessing who's going to live, only I was even spoiled for that -- and I went in with essentially the right expectations for the first forty-five minutes.
The last fifteen, though, I wish I hadn't known about, because unspoiled I'd probably be writhing around in glee right now. As is I am just feeling a bit tingly. Because, um, we already knew I am knee-weakening-easy for the Doctor going all Oncoming Storm surrounded by fire and disaster, and al;kfdjd. I wish he'd been less shouty for "The laws of Time are mine, and they will obey me," because that is a line I want to COVER IN CHOCOLATE AND SAVOR, but it's almost entirely made up for by Adelaide's protest that the Doctor shouldn't do this, and his quiet measured "Tough," in response.
I love that Adelaide called him on his all-knowing I-get-to-decide bullshit, which of course he's done before -- in small ways, with little people, which she also calls him on. (Hey, Doctor, a lot of your companions have been Pretty Fucking Important -- but of course it is because of your magical glowy self!) I -- I think maybe I can forgive a lot of Ten's massive amounts of self-congratulatory hubris because, hey, it's being acknowledged as hubris! I would venture that maybe he needs uninformed humans to play devil's advocate for him so he can choose the right thing, only then I flash back to the drowning of the Racnoss in Runaway Bride and ... no, this has been a problem for a while. Actually, this episode's ending reminded me (perhaps intentionally?) of Runaway Bride; Donna was a lot more freaked out than impressed, same as Adelaide & co here, which brings me to ...
My massive soon-to-be-dashed hopes for the finale! Clearly Donna and Wilf need to set the Doctor right. SOMEHOW. Meanwhile HOLY SHIT THERE IS LUCY SAXON. LUUUUUCY. I did not realize how much I loved her until I started feeling HUGELY RIDICULOUSLY EXCITED ABOUT THAT SHOT OF HER. I am less hugely ridiculously excited about the Master, because I've had time to get used to the idea that he'll be in the finale, and now I'm just hoping [a] that the Doctor will die in the Master's arms, for which I will forgive this show EVERYTHING EVER and will of course not actually happen, and [b] that the weird badly-done skull effect was a strange hallucination brought on by the Master's bad dye job, and will not appear in the finale at all. Because I am shallow.
Really, though, Ten-dying-in-the-Master's-arms aside, I am really hoping the Master is really there and not a hallucination. In a pocket universe -- which I MAY WRITE BETWEEN NOW AND CHRISTMAS, OH GOD NOOOO -- the Master will end up saving the universe from the Doctor. Somehow. More realistically I would be hugely content with the Master being fascinated by the Doctor's sudden flirtation with going off the deep end, and encourage the hell out of it. I can reasonably hope for that, right?
The cloister bell fills me with such trepidation! Doctor, where are you off to?? I AM A BIT EXCITED ABOUT CHRISTMAS, GUYS.
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I am telling myself that there will be hamfisted moments and perhaps the Master will even be just a hallucination or something equally disappointing. I am telling myself all the really bad possibilities so I will not be crushed.
Skull!Master as a nod to Crispy is fine, actually, and someone made a still of that shot where he looks remarkably like Crispy, so that's all good. On the other hand, although you may be right about trying to cut down the slash potential, that just makes me :((( because they should EMBRACE the subtext! It doesn't need to be text! THEY CAN BE ON SCREEN TOGETHER FOR MORE THAN THIRTY SECONDS WITHOUT THE SCREEN MELTING. (I think. Maybe. :D)