This was the episode that was all about the New!Shiny! Daleks. The twist was that they gave us a whole bunch of New!Shiny! Daleks. My personal favorites were the Ironsides... because they were incredibly creepy with their shouty servitude and tea bringing.
You should not allow Daleks to serve you tea.
The most awesome thing about these special edition Daleks: The Ironsides have POCKETS AROUND THEIR NECKS. Who are those pockets for? Not the Ironsides—their little plunger arms can't open a snap that's on the other side of their bodies. Is it where they keep their tea that they're so happy to make for the allied forces?
Again, completely with 11 on his decision. Daleks should be hit with things. Giant Iron Wrenches are a good choice, but I still think a large mallet would have been more satisfying—and have absorbed the impact shock.
I couldn't find a picture of the New!Shiny!Daleks, so just pretend this picture of iPod Nanos are them. They're totally similar: shiny brightly-colored plastic ready to seriously rock out to some Ke$ha while obliterating all other MP3 players.
Welcome the new Dalek Color-Coded Death Paradigm, which is not nearly as entertaining as Daleks in pointy pope hats.
My last complaint about this episode? Thanks to Mark Gatiss—whose episodes have never really been my cup of Dalek-served tea—I am now scared of eating Peek Freans Fruit Creme cookies. Yes, it might be a cookie, but what if it's actually a TARDIS self-destruction device that just looks like a cookie? How could I live with myself if I caused the TARDIS to self-destruct because I could only find old lady cookies to have with my Dalek-served tea?
To sum up, the only thing in this episode that actually matters: Why doesn't Amy remember the rather unforgettable events of series four?