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The Big Bang: rewatch

  • Jun. 27th, 2010 at 8:53 PM
pontisbright: pontisbright (pontisbright: tube sign)
Well, I still have nothing coherent at all to say, frankly: it's all still just a big mishy-mash of ooh and ahh and 
FEZ LOVE. OH I HOW I LOVE THE FEZ.  I ALSO LOVE HOW IT IS MOCKED AND EXPLODED AND YET HE STILL LIKES IT. I BET HE KEEPS ONE BY HIS BED FROM NOW ON AND PUTS IT ON TO SECRETLY ADMIRE HIMSELF IN A SMALL HAND MIRROR.

Oh, and also (as well as all the million other things) I love him doing the hand-holding thing with Amelia. COME ALONG, PONDS. He does it twice though, and then there's the scoopy-uppy thing when he puts her to bed (Bye Bye, Pond - hello, tissues), and, erm, I have a thing about that. Gene Hunt and little!Alex Drake: same thing. Basically grown-ups being nice to little children without agenda or prompt, on my TV. That's what I like.  Yeah.

And fezzes.


Anyway - I was going to write a big dull emopost about how my life is a bit shit at present, with work going a bit tits-up, and certain members of my family excelling themselves in thoughtless mean asshattery, even by their own high standards. But, you know, there it was, Doctor Who, and I watched it, and it cheered me up. Not (just) in an escapist way, but because of what it means: because it's this story that we all grew up with, and we're all growing up with it again, letting it keep working its way into our cultural DNA, this story that knows for certain that the universe is and should be a good place, and there are decent wonderful brilliant people in it, and we're in it too.  (OK, sometimes it's about a spacewhale as well, but still.)  I love that.

So thank you, Moff, and Smiff, and K-Gill, and, er, A-Darv, and all of you. It's nice to be reminded.