Not for me.
by Wobag
...and I think Doctor Who just got its first real contentious episode.
From the mysterious opening set to a haunting score, I knew we were in for a treat, and I wasn't disappointed. Hopping in and out an entire lifespan in a matter of minutes is a wonderful concept, and they stripmined it for every last drop of pathos. After the previous three wizz-bang epps, a quiet, reflective show (barring the robots; hey, it's still Doctor Who) was a welcome change of pace.
Clockwork robots under the bed tap a fundamental childhood fear and fit the 18th century very nicely. I didn't mind their rapid defeat; they were never the heart of the show and it's good Stephen Moffat didn't spend time on a convoluted solution. White charger? That'll do nicely. It was all about the Doctor and Madame de Pompadour, & the cogged fiends were just side order to the main dish.
And what a main dish it was. Casting Tennant's real-life girlfriend Sophia Myles was a canny move that made the Doctor-Pompadour chemistry more explosive than last week's schoolyard pyrotechnics. Moffat's rich dialogue and Euros Lyn's creepy directing were fuel to the fire. The more they play up the Doctor as mythic hero, the more I like it.
So strangely I was happy they didn't spend the entire episode in 18th century France. You can have too much of a good thing. Juxtaposing the two worlds gave the episode its power, and as a wise man once said, tragedy without comedy is unbearable. And not half so tragic. Anyway, the ship's "spare parts" was a clever and icky idea.
All this gave the tragic end real punch. I even found the rather corny payoff moving. One complaint; how much more can the poor bugger take?
Scares, wit, drama and pathos: I think, for the first time this series, full marks are in order.
But maybe not for the last, because the age of steel is almost upon us ...