Perhaps, on repeated viewing, I’ll learn to appreciate the conclusion of The End of Time. Perhaps, with time, I will see the deeper layers and enjoy the writing. Right now, I feel let down. I appreciated elements – The Master developed as a character and his bargaining at the end with both sides made for some great acting. I fair wept when the Time Lords made their return, all those high golden colours, all that pomp and ceremony. The threat of the Time War breaking out across the cosmos.

Alas, it was not to be. The Time Lords could not return. The Master could not just live to see another day, perhaps a little wiser to his role in the life of The Doctor. The Doctor, battered and bruised, would not be returning to the life of a renegade, chased by the Time Lords for his role in their ‘defeat’. No, instead we had to erase and rewind – sending the Time Lords back into their Time Locked prison, apparently taking The Master with them (as he represented a loose end, a practical means to their escape in the future). Despite seeing a massive planet looming over them, the people of Earth will probably shrug off events and continue to live as normal. And The Doctor survived a protracted regenerative cycle long enough to scoot around half of time before collapsing in the TARDIS and turning into Matt Smith – conveniently releasing energy to wreck the interior (and windows) of the time machine and warrant a makeover come Spring 2010.

I didn’t engage with the final sacrifice – which failed utterly to match up to that made by Christopher Eccleston’s Doctor. I shed a couple of tears – when The Master sacrificed himself and Sarah Jane saw the 10th Doctor for that last time – but, when the 9th Doctor regenerated I was sobbing. I had tissues at the ready this time and didn’t use a single one of them. I welled up emotionally more on the return of the Time Lords than I did when the 10th Doctor cried out that he didn’t want to go. I felt that the ‘prize’ of seeing his companions for the last time succeeded only in stemming the emotional tide, turning the regeneration into a moment of relief rather than sadness. Someone commented on Twitter that they’d been left tapping their foot, almost begging for The Doctor to just die and get it over with.

I would have preferred a less carefully orchestrated handover of a blank slate between Russell T Davies and Steve Moffat. A few loose ends more wouldn’t have gone adrift. I realise that Steve wouldn’t want the baggage of keeping characters that Russell had created, but I doubt it would have hurt to the ongoing story too much to have… well, some ongoing story!

As I said, I may mellow in time and repeated viewing. Then again, I might not. I shall report back if any revelations strike me and I undergo a regeneration in my jaded opinions of this festive effort…

Well, I’m not sure I should be engaging in “spoilers”. I usually end up wrong when I guess stuff. So, that first episode of the festive special proved thoroughly enjoyable. I have to admit to a fan-fueled tear at the final shot…

Anyway, I happy for the ‘enemy’ to be defeated provided that doesn’t mean the end of the them. I’m hoping their return presents a permanent fixture and The Doctor has to gone on the run again. I like them and the prospect of their return seems like a good move to add a new dimension to the storyline. I daresay Russell only removed them to simplify the back story for newcomers when the series returned.

We’ll see…

And, finally, what’s the connection between The Doctor and Wilfred Mott? Could it be a sneaky anagram?

Time Lord WTF?

I have to say I’m glad I’ve stumbled across ‘Ahistory: An Unauthorised History of the Doctor Who Universe’. I’m suprised I wasn’t aware of it’s existence before now.

I have treasured ‘A History of the Universe’ by Lance Parkin for a dozen years or more. I have a fetish for encyclopedic works about fictional and real world events and people alike. I wallow happily in the interconnectivity of the presented information, flicking back and forth with barely contained glee. To have such a work centred on the Doctor Who universe, I can hardly contain myself.

‘A History…’ took the events up to the end of the Virgin books; but ‘Ahistory’ brings matters almost up to date, up to 2007, including the Big Finish audio adventures and Doctor Who comic strips. I’m happier than a pig in muck.

So, I’m now reading ‘Ahistory’ and the Doctor Who RPG – and I’m thinking to start my own gaming campaign in the midst of the Last Great Time War. Despite failed earlier attempts to move themselves to the safety of a Bottled Universe, the option becomes a desperate last ditch effort to save some vestige of Gallifrey. While events spiral towards a terrible conclusion for Time Lords and Daleks alike, a few escape the end of everything escaping to another reality.

Or something like that…

ADDENDUM: Of course RTD has to throw his oar in with the current special and potentially change the whole outlook of my intended game background. He’s a cheeky monkey.