Damn you, Moffat. That didn’t suck. I would really rather that you didn’t retcon everything, but when you make me keep inching towards the TV until I’m sitting on the floor in front of it and cry tears of joy and laugh and clap my hands like a sugar-fueled toddler—when you make it WORK, dammit—I’m ready for 12. I mean, I’m ready for *13*. Whatever. Capaldi. You know what I mean.
NO CLASSIC DOCTORS IN THE 50TH, THEY SAID
TOM BAKER’S NOT INVOLVED, THEY SAID
YOU WON’T SEE PETER CAPALDI TIL CHRISTMAS, THEY SAID
THEY’RE NOT INTERESTED IN ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED BEFORE 2005, THEY SAID
Could have done with a bit of Eccleston near the end, there, instead of CGI cut-n-paste.
But, yeah, Tom. I have feeling those tears weren’t acting, you know?
This is the nerd version of the pope announcement