Alright, we all remember the Slitheen, right? Those pathetic farting monsters that were about as threatening as a small field mouse going squeak? Good
We also remember Moffat's last epic monsters, the Weeping Angels? The galactic leap in scary they were? Good again.
These new guys are another leap forward. We've all seen them and they look brilliant, well they're written even better! I was honestly stunned at how these things looked, moved, hell even their existence is beyond what you expect. There is the old joke that children hide behind the sofa, this time around they'd be too scared to look away! I won't be surprised if, these things alone, cause concerned parents to complain. This isn't just nightmare fuel, its Industrial strength sci-fi horror.
This is Doctor Who as it should be!
Then, on top of the single most terrifying, original, monster in the last forty years of the show, we get the rest of the story. I can't go into it, not without spoilers, but I'm still wrapping my brains around the twists and turns made during the last half hour alone. Last season I praised everyone involved. It was fantastic, this time we don't just hit the ground running we're at the speed of sound and leaving safety far behind.
This episode alone shows us one important thing though. Under the banner of Russel T. Davies Doctor Who was a children's show. Little boys and girls liked the funny, silly, man in a blue police box. Now he can still be silly, funny and bonkers but at the same time this is the Doctor their family knew, and he's not someone to take lightly. One of my favorite classic adventures is The Curse of Fenric. In it the Doctor defeats the source of all Evil with a game of chess. For the first time in the new show I've seen that Doctor here. Matt Smith and Steven Moffat have conspired to pull the whole thing up by it's boot straps.
Wellcome back to Classic Who, Lady's and Gentlemen!
Come on next week! please! Come on!
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