I feel
like every season of Who under Moffat
has gotten progressively Moffatier, with the latest practically an Ouroboros
eating its own tail. It pains me,
because Moffat writes some good stuff, but I think he needs someone to reign
him in or it just gets to be too much Moffat; his better writing qualities
start to feel recycled, and his less attractive ones start to overwhelm the
work. That’s been this season in a
nutshell for me, but I think there’s also a fair amount of good parts that
could be salvaged with a more careful hand.
I’ve
already written about my issues with the Doctor and Clara’s strained
relationship, how the part-time companion thing doesn’t work for me, and the
weird obsession with the Doctor criticizing Clara’s looks, so I won’t get into all
that again. Unfortunately, I don’t know
if this dynamic can be fixed. I hate to
say it, because Jenna Coleman’s a fine actress if given half a chance, but I’m
ready for a companion change. The
relationship that’s been established here doesn’t seem good for either party,
and it’s not fun for me to watch. Maybe if they added a second companion to
shake up the current situation? That might
be able to temper the dysfunction.
Another
of the season’s problems is the general inattention to detail. This is a beloved, long-running sci-fi show: that means a number of its fans spend
colossal amounts of time thinking about and discussing the episodes, and it’s
rough when they don’t stand up to the barest whisper of scrutiny. There’s been far too much nonsensical
science-magic (“Kill the Moon,” “In the Forest of the Night,” and “Death in
Heaven” being the worst offenders,) the feel-good endings seem too unearned and
deus-ex-machina-ish (ditto the above,) and important things just get dropped
(“Listen” really goes off the rails, and how exactly did Clara and Danny go
from a disastrous first date to true love in three episodes?) It’s sloppy, too focused on Twists! And
Big! Ideas! with no patience for
fleshing them out or dealing with them in a meaningful way.
Most
egregiously, this season completely squanders the Doctor. When you ask yourself on three separate weeks
if this is the “Doctor-lite” episode, you’re not getting enough Doctor. Seriously.
“The Caretaker” barely bothers to play on the wonderful potential of the
Doctor working at Coal Hill and he twice
disappears for a long stretch in “Kill the Moon” (the first time is especially
annoying – it’d be like if we never saw what Ten gets up to after taking the
plunge in “The Satan Pit” and stayed entirely with Rose until he comes back
up.) The actual Doctor-lite episode, “Flatline,” actually incorporates him
better than the other two. Not only does
it have a lot of fun with the tiny TARDIS concept, but it also, gasp!, shows us
a decent amount of the Doctor’s perspective and inner life.
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