Doctor Who
Sigh - it's really difficult to know quite what so say
Having watched the Doctor since the early seventies it's been a real journey, and whilst I would like to think I have remained true to the cause (with the exception of the Sylvester McCoy era) I suddenly get that awkward feeling that perhaps it's not the programme, but instead it's me. It's been a real blast since the creative and artistic renaissance from Ecclestone's Doctor 9 in 2005 to the end of Matt Smith's in 2013, although sadly since then it seems to have been Doctor Who in name only, a slow decline into mediocrity
The current series seems to encapsulate my current predicament, a basic plot line that sounds great and fires the imagination
(re-writing of time itself) but bogged down by banal characterisation, an absence of any real drama, and the un-necessary onboarding of a celebrity - in this case John Bishop, a gobby scouser playing a gobby scouser, which just leaves me cold. In theory it should work, but despite having all of my fingers and most of my toes crossed it doesn't - instead feeling lacklustre and bland
I'll still keep watching and hoping that natural justice and the new Doctor might make things right, but instinct says it might be a long wait
