Drumroll please, ladies and gentleman for the 50th anniversary special of Doctor Who is upon us, and what a celebration that is! Worldwide coverage of the screening, over 300 cinemas alone in the US, 75 countries, simultaneously showing The Day of The Doctor both on TV and in cinemas…and as it appears my country isn’t joining the party. Regardless of that heart crushing information, I’m still anxiously waiting for tomorrow night, for what is spoken to be epic.
Now, I’ve been a fan since 2006-7, getting hooked to the show by a classmate of mine, who so furiously pushed the DVD’s in my hands demanding I watch them asap. And although I was very pessimistic about the whole concept, and the effects, and the pace of the show, I found myself loading episode after episode, falling for that universe with boundless opportunities. And it has had massive impact on me. It’s the one show alongside Sherlock that I just zoom into and refuse to get out days and days after I’ve watched it. It’s bloody brilliant.
And here we are now, on the verge of a breakdown, on the start of a new era, a goodbye to say and a hello to welcome. (What could that mean?!) The cult continues, bringing back lovely David Tennant and Billie Piper, the duo that ehm made me kinda shed a tear. Well they did. And tears will be shed again for brilliant Matt Smith who bids farewell to the show. But not just now. Mr. Smith has been thus far the most amazing piece to the great puzzle that The Doctor is. I will dearly miss him. It’s one of those things fans say, but Smith is The Doctor. Knowing nothing can define and frame the personality of The Doctor, Smith just feels right. He was grand in each and every way, and I have never believed in the character of The Doctor more.
It’s a frightening universe, a frightening journey. The viewer is like Alice, but instead of following rabbits down holes, we go down, through a vortex, through a wormhole, where from being that charming, alluring man in a police box that’s bigger on the inside, The Doctor changes faces in the blink of an eye. And he’s a stranger again. Hazardous and complicated. Though no matter how much he alters, he’s always coming back for you, always daring you to go further. That’s the price of the viewer, craving for more, when knowing more tends to shed blood and open bigger gaps in the jigsaw history of the Time Lord.
Beyond the fun and the danger, this thread of chilling unknown and anonymity is expanding more and more and it feels that it may reach a climax, that it may give answers. Who, who, who? The eternal question. And Moffat just seems to have added more and more to the thrill. It’s supposed to end with a bang that will echo until the new series kick in with Peter Capaldi as the 12th Doctor. Or the 13th. All in his hands. Be it for 13 or more episodes.
Wherever you are, hold on till tomorrow, for then we cry in awe as past, present and future collide to bring us a most extraordinary experience. Geronimo!