Sunday, April 18, 2010
The Eleventh Hour
When we get a new Doctor, the show celebrates it. Everything is new again for us, because it's all new again for him. We needed that after we said goodbye to Ten, because 98% of us weren't ready for David Tennant to leave.
Matt Smith, however, is the Doctor. He breathes the role from the moment The Eleventh Hour begins. This new Doctor is confident, but not arrogant. He's silly, but not manic. He takes everything in stride, and when he spins around or he does something completely mad... it seems natural. As it should be.
Amy Pond is fantabulous. 11 has his hands full, but their collective madness balances out to a dynamic, powerful chemistry that compliments the tone of the show perfectly. And yes, the whole she's running away before her wedding day is a little obvious but it's not the annoying kind of obvious. It's the writerly kind—the "Aha! I was right" when the reveal comes.
One of the reasons that I admire Steven Moffat so is because he can take something like a statue and make it terrifying. He can transform the simple into the fantastical. He does it without losing a sense of humor. His Doctor Who episodes are usually more moving, more terrifying than any "mature" show on television. They're less blood and guts and more psychological and gothic.
If The Eleventh Hour is an indication of what's to come, we are in for a hell of a ride this series—and I, for one, can't wait to see where we go next week.