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My Top Ten Episodes of the New Doctor Who

So I thought I’d make a list of my favorite episodes, from Davies through Moffat.  (Makes sense, I’ve never seen any of the others.)  I’ve tried to give a reason for each without giving too much away for those who haven’t seen them (but there are some spoilers), and then added a little dialogue.  I also completely cheated, by including two-parters as one episode, thereby giving me an excuse to list more favorites.  😉  So what, come at me, bro.

1. Dalek – Series 1, Episode 6, written by Robert Shearman – This was the first episode where I realized I’d crossed the line from ‘watching this because my roommate put it on’ to being an actual fan. Hats off to the dalek for looking more ridiculous than any villain I’ve ever seen in my life and still managing, by the end of this episode, to impress me as a hard-core, death-dealing badass. Shearman and Eccleston convinced me in one intense, dramatic hour that this plunger-wielding trash bin was serious business.

The Doctor: What’s the nearest town?
Henry Van Statten: Salt Lake City.
The Doctor: Population?
Henry Van Statten: One million.
The Doctor: All dead. If the Dalek gets out it’ll murder every living creature; that’s all it needs.
Henry Van Statten: But why would it do that??!!
The Doctor: Because it honestly believes they should die.

2. Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways – Series 1, Episode 13, written by Russell T. Davies – This might actually be my favorite episode. Daleks wiping everybody out, Captain Jack’s last stand, Rose’s inability to give up, and then of course, the Bad Wolf was amazing. The part where the dalek shoots and she stops it with her hand?? “All things must come to dust…I want you safe…My Doctor.”

Rose: No, I didn’t mean that! But it was… it was a better life. And I – I don’t mean all the travelling and… seeing aliens and spaceships and things – that don’t matter. The Doctor showed me a better way of living your life. (to Mickey) You know, he showed you too. That you don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen. You make a stand. You say no. You have the guts to do what’s right when everyone else just runs away, and I just can’t–

 

3. New Earth – Series 2, Episode 1, Davies – I don’t know if this is a fair choice, since I thought the ending was kind of ridiculous. Honestly, you just spray the vaccine cocktail on one person and then it gets passed along by touch? Lame. But Cassandra, and by that I mean Billie Piper and David Tennant as Cassandra, was just too much fun. Hilarious ep, very entertaining, and for me, sometimes that’s enough.

The Doctor: You were supposed to be dying.
The Face of Boe: There are better things to do today. Dying can wait.
Cassandra: Oh I hate telepathy. Just what I need; a headful of Big Face!

4. Tooth and Claw – Series 2, Episode 2, Davies – Of course I would like a werewolf ep, and the guy in the cage really did scare me when he was talking to Rose, and when he was changing and they were all chained up. I was impressed that this family show could actually freak me out that much. Good stuff!

Sir Robert: Nevertheless, that creature won’t give up, Doctor, and we still don’t possess an actual weapon!
The Doctor: Oh, your dad got all the brains, didn’t he?
Rose: Being rude again!
The Doctor: Good, I meant that one. You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world! This room’s the greatest arsenal we could have – arm yourselves!

5. Love and Monsters – Series 2, Episode 10, Davies – Even though the Doctor and Rose were barely in this one and the ending was kind of sad and disturbing, I couldn’t resist the character Elton, who was charming and loveable. The “I said not Blue!!” part was pretty funny, too. 🙂


The Doctor: [Upon appearing from the TARDIS. To Elton] Someone wants a word with you.
Rose: You upset my mum!
Elton: [glances at the Abzorbaloff] …great big absorbing creature from outer space, and you’re having a go at me?
Rose: No one upsets my mum.

6. Army of Ghosts/Doomsday – Series 2, Episode 13 & 14, Davies – had no idea what the ghosts were and was shocked by that, and by what came out of the void ship, but it was awesome to see them go against each other. Beyond that, I need only 3 words: Bad. Wolf. Bay. :’-(

Rose: The first nineteen years of my life, nothing happened. Nothing at all, not ever. And then I met a man called the Doctor. A man who could change his face. And he took me away from home in his magical machine. He showed me the whole of time and space. I thought it would never end.
The Doctor: [with Rose on an alien planet] How long are you going to stay with me?
Rose: Forever.

7. Partners in Crime – Series 4, Episode 1, Davies – the mime scene with Donna was, for me, the funniest scene in any of the five seasons that I’ve seen yet, and that is saying something. The Rose cameo was so unexpected that my heart jumped in my chest.

The Doctor: …With Martha, like I said, it got… complicated. And that was all my fault. I just want a mate.
Donna: You just want to mate?!
The Doctor: I just want a mate!
Donna: You’re not mating with me, sunshine!
The Doctor: A mate! I want a mate!
Donna: Well, just as well, cos I’m not having any of that nonsense! You’re just a long streak of…nothing!

8. Turn Left – Series 4, Episode 11, Davies – this episode interested me, partly because I’d been waiting the entire season for Rose to come back, but partly because of the idea that making a different choice (especially the one between having faith in yourself or having none) would have such a drastic effect on the world. “There’s something on your back!” Delightfully creepy.

Wilfred: Sweetheart, come on. You’re not gonna make the world any better by shouting at it.
Donna: I can try.

9. The Stolen Earth/Journey’s End – Series 4, Episodes 12 & 13, Davies – Great fun to see all the companions and Harriet Jones, whom I always liked and felt sorry for in Christmas Invasion. I liked the end-of-the-world desperation that both episodes had.  Loved the reunion of Rose & the Doctor (though how could I not, being the big Rose-Doctor shipper that I am), and everything that followed for them, though it certainly took getting used to.

Human Doctor: You made me.
The Doctor: Exactly, you were born in battle, full of blood and anger and revenge. Remind you of someone? That’s me when we first met, and you made me better. Now you can do the same for him.
Rose: But he’s not you.
The Doctor: He needs you, that’s very me.

10. The Lodger – Series 5, Episode 11, written by Gareth Roberts – I was having trouble with Moffat’s Who, and part of that was Matt Smith, who I could not see as a 900 year old Time Lord. However, in this one Smith was particularly irresistible and I found myself finally and completely won over. There is also a sweet love story, and the scene where the Doctor transfers memories through a head-butt has definitely made my top 10 funniest Doctor Who scenes ever. 😀


Craig: If you ever need me out of your hair, just give me a shout. [winks]
The Doctor: [winks back, pause] … Why would I want that?
Craig: Well, in case you want to bring someone over? Like a girlfriend, or… [looks at the Doctor’s clothes] boyfriend?
The Doctor: Oh! Oh, yes, yes, I will. I will shout, something like… “I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS!”


Why Rose Kissed the Wrong Doctor (SPOILERS)

(Total spoilers for season 1, 2, and 4 in this post; there is, in fact, no point in reading this post at all if you have not watched all of Doctor Who, Seasons 1-4.  The following clip is from Journey’s End.)

You have to look at things from Rose’s point of view.  Of course, from the outside in, you might think she’d betrayed the Doctor when she’d kissed that human hybrid.  Why would she do that, you wonder?  It wasn’t his hand that she’d been holding all those times before the devastation at Canary Wharf.  Not his arms she’d thrown herself into time and time again, even most recently when they’d finally, finally reunited, after she’d worked so hard to get back to him.  No matter how much the two men look and think alike, this guy is a stranger and the actual Doctor was standing right there.  Besides, you might rightfully point out, it isn’t as if she had loved the Doctor only in that one form; that body, that man.  No, their bond had been formed and solidified before he ever had brown eyes, great hair, and a suit.  Did she forget him?  That original Doctor in Rose’s life?

So go back with her.  Remember what her life was like before Nine.  Working as a shop girl, dating a boy she’d known her entire life, having given up on college, taking care of herself and living with her mother, watching the men come and go because her father was long dead.  Anyone can imagine where a life like that would have led without the influence of extraordinary circumstances to intervene.  How did the Doctor put it?  Get up, go to work, come home, watch TV, eat chips, and go to bed only to start the same the next day.

Then this man shows up, and maybe they made a really odd pair, because you can bet she never expected to feel anything like that for him.  Compare him with Mickey, and see that he wasn’t exactly her type.  Too old, too snappish…but she knew he was special right away, and it wasn’t long before she understood the extent of his loneliness.  She saw the pain in him and realized that she could fill some of that void, heal some of that pain.  Rose was tough when she needed to be, but it would be hard to find a softer, kinder heart.

It had to be gratifying, later, to realize that she’d become important to someone so obviously vital and unique himself, not just in the world but in the Universe.  They shared things that no one else could possibly understand.  The 9th Doctor  was always aware of her, watching what she did and said, saving her when she got into trouble, celebrating with her when she did something clever, and always challenging her to be her best self.  This is a guy who saved and damned entire worlds while she watched.  Try having a relationship with someone like that, just you and that person, together against the Universe.  She knew she was never going back to her ordinary life.  Not even death in some foreign world or time was scarier than that.

Except he sent her back, didn’t he?  Because her death would be  a worthy sacrifice in her eyes, but not in his.  Better that she lived somewhere, somehow.  Better that she finished out her days with her loved ones.  He would gladly die alone, knowing she was able to live.

Now here’s where you need to pay attention, you need to really remember what happened.  This girl, this young girl, was home safe with her mother, with her boyfriend, where she belonged, right?  He’d done it; he’d rescued her, impossibly, from an entire fleet of daleks, and then sent her away in his own time machine, dooming himself to save her.

Recall now what she did about it.  The idea of leaving him there to die alone was completely unbearable to her.  She was freaking out, sick with the desperate knowledge that he was alone, sacrificing himself with no hope of rescue.  She got into that Tardis, and while she didn’t know the danger of looking into its heart, nor did she care.  She just had to get to him, at any cost.  And she did, and she saved him, saved the future human race, and, incidentally, turned Captain Jack Harkness nearly immortal.

Except…she still lost the Doctor.  All that effort and he was still gone and she’d never see him again, not that way, not ever.  She didn’t even know it was coming; she’d no earthly idea what he was babbling about before he burst forth with golden light and became someone entirely different.

Take a second before going forward and think what that would be like, to lose someone like that.  Yes, it wasn’t long before she realized this new man was, in fact, her Doctor.  Yet is that really so?  The Doctor himself would say that each time he regenerates, a new man walks away.  SOMETHING dies.  He is always surprised to find he still looks human, in fact.  So the man who found her, who changed her entire life, who shared so much with her that they became like a married pair, was gone.   In dreams, she must’ve still seen his face…

But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.  In this case, Rose, quite literally, had made him a new man.  When she’d met him, he’d been bitter and hard, formed by his experiences in the Time War, haunted by the shattering knowledge that he’d been the one to end the existence of his own people, filled with cutting loneliness in a world that didn’t know or care to know that he even existed.  Being with Rose had shown him differently, and loving her…for he did love her, something he’d been aware of at least since the dalek soldier had pointed it out when holding her captive in that underground museum…loving her had changed him even more.  He was happy to sacrifice himself to save someone as sacred as she had become to him…and that sacrifice made him into a happier, lighter version of himself.

Here is where things get complicated.  Her time with her first Doctor had made her love him quite unexpectedly, something she wasn’t even aware of until she thought she’d lost him for good.  Yet here he is again, except this time…well, a little more her type.  Physically.

It didn’t really help that other women kept “connecting” with him all the time.  This had started in his old form too, that floozy “Lynda with a y” who wanted to jump aboard his ship at the Bad Wolf Corporation.  Okay, so she died there.  And maybe she wasn’t a floozy.  But he’d liked her hadn’t he?  Rose had been less than thrilled.  With his tenth regeneration, she’d have more chances to feel less than thrilled.  Less rude, more charm, that was part of the problem.

Except this isn’t infatuation, this is love, and when it is mutual you know it.  Rose knew it.

So we skip way ahead to Canary Wharf, where she made that choice that women sometimes must make, when you can either follow the man you love into a scary, unknowable future or stay your mother’s child, safe and sound in a familiar world.  Rose never even blinked, not when it came down to it.  Maybe if she’d had more time to wallow over it…but it was do or die and she knew she’d rather die than lose him.  But this time she forced him to agree.  He was angry with her, because he didn’t want to be the reason she lost everything…yet he let her.  He wanted her to stay, too.

Only she lost him anyway.  Again.

And this time the separation seemed irrevocable, the heartbreak made worse by an even further closeness.  They’d been through so much…and she’d chosen him, chosen him forever.  Even if he’d already known it was never going to work, when you love someone, sometimes you take what you can get.  Not that she’d have accepted anything else.

In so much pain was she, that she followed his voice in her dreams to the literal end of the earth.  There wasn’t a choice, not for her.  Only it was just for a good bye, and a lousy one at that.  She couldn’t touch him.  She could only fall apart, and finally say out loud the unspoken truth between them.  Yet they’d be cut off before he could say it back.  Not cold comfort, no comfort at all.

The End.

Right?

Give me a break.  Who would believe that Rose, the chick who drove the Tardis back to the center of a dalek fleet, would have given up?   Can you see her doing that?  Accepting what had happened, maybe striking up her relationship with Mickey again, working for Torchwood and getting to know the father she’d never had?  I wonder if it even fleetingly crossed her mind.

Because I bet instead that she was already thinking that if they’d found a way before to cross worlds, they could do it again.  Her father was an important man in Torchwood, and she’d been the Doctor’s companion.  Surely they’d want her help.  Surely they’d be willing to help her in return.

Of course, the Doctor had said it was wrong to do it, that Universes could collapse and the Worlds, all Worlds, might just end.  He wouldn’t want her to take that chance.  He had been so mad at Torchwood; if they’d never done such things, he wouldn’t have lost Rose in the first place.  Not then, not that way.

Well, I think she’d have done it anyway and just let him be mad about it.  Let him sulk and stew, but she’d be with him again and he’d just have to get over it.  I’m betting that when the stars started going out and she realized what it meant, she only doubled her efforts.  I’m betting she’d have crossed the worlds regardless.  The fact that they needed him only meant she had to move quicker.

So she’d crossed worlds, and faced untold dangers, and rewritten history…all to see him.  To be with him.



To hold his hand.

When she thought he was going to regenerate in front of her, yet again, she’d been frantic.  She knew, KNEW, that this next doctor would be like starting all over again.  And she is only human.  Her feelings, her heart, can’t keep up with all the changes and whose to say this new Doctor would feel a thing for her?   Fortunately, he stayed himself and at long last she was able to hold him, be held by him.  Then she stood at his side:  while he watched the Tardis supposedly destroyed; when they towed the Earth back where it belonged.

So back where this started.  At Bad Wolf Bay a second time, when she realized he’d brought her back to the world she’d fought so hard to escape and he told her she had to stay there…with “him”.  This fake, second Doctor.  She had but moments to try and understand.

Here was this human hybrid Doctor…and she stared and tried to find a difference and could not, because there just aren’t any.  He had all the memories, as if he’d been through everything with her when he certainly had not.  Even the ones from before…from the first Doctor.  He had those, too.

But that’s the crux of why it is so wrong.  Because she’d been in love with the Doctor before he had this face, this body.  It was not this incarnation that she loved, but the Doctor himself, and he was saying she’d never see him again.  But he loved her and she knew it!  It was wrong.

Only he wasn’t going to even try to say it this time, not ever.  Why hurt himself with the admission?  What was the point?  In over 900 years, he’d learned something that young Rose was never going to be able to accept; love does not conquer all.  It couldn’t conquer the fact that they were different species.  He was never going to be able to settle down and grow old with Rose, much as he might have liked the chance.  She was going to grow old and die and all he could do was watch; he’d told her that, hadn’t he?

So, fine.  He could give her this, and in a way, he could give it to himself.  Some other world, where he could love her the way he wanted to, be with her properly, live and die together…and if it meant he had to watch her fling herself into the arms of some mirror-image man…if it meant he could never see her again, touch her hand, hear her voice…well, maybe he just would rather take most of the pain onto himself, rather than let her waste her life on a man who wasn’t human, whom she eventually would have to lose anyway.

Okay, that is his logic, but our Rose, our fighter, our crosser of worlds, why would she ever give in?  She’d never listened to him before, right?  Why start now?

Well, maybe she didn’t mean to.  It wasn’t supposed to be like that.  She was supposed to fling herself at him, her Doctor, the proper Doctor, and tell him that he was right; it doesn’t need saying, not when it can be expressed with one true kiss.  The kiss should have been his.

Rose would have done that, probably meant to do that.  But maybe he’d been telling her for so long that they couldn’t work it out.  He was always going to do his own thing.  And if you think she’d ever forgotten Sarah Jane and the hard lesson she’d learned at that school, you’d be wrong.  How long was he going to keep her around?  She’d been willing to deal with that later, and he said it was different with her, right? Except it didn’t seem like she believed that.  One day there’d be another Madame Pompadour and she’d be left as a dinner lady in some time where she didn’t belong…

Okay, maybe not.  And the chance to grow old with the human Doctor wasn’t enough to blind her to the fact that he wasn’t her Doctor.  So what did it?  What tipped the scales…?

Look again.  It was the Doctor.  He was looking down at her with those same sorrowful dark eyes.  He’d taken her hand, just as he’d always done, and it’d felt the same as it always felt.  He’d leaned in, he’d said…

You can’t imagine how much it would have meant, but try.  She’d been waiting, waiting so long to hear those words.  She’d said them herself and then he’d been gone…

Her reaction must be forgiven.