With apologies to my friend Anne-Marie for the title of this blog post. I have to confess: I was a little bit disappointed with Saturday’s Doctor Who episode (The Pond Farewell – or, to give it its proper name, The Angels Take Manhattan). It just… well, it didn’t really work for me.
Those of you who’ve been long-time readers of this blog will probably remember that I am no fan of Torchwood: with the brief exception of Children of Earth (which I still think is one of the best things the BBC did that whole year), I think the programme as a whole promised much but delivered little. But Doctor Who I have pretty much resolutely remained a non-critical fan of. Well, on the blog, at least. Sadly I think I’m going to have to break that record for this episode, the reason being it seems … well, symptomatic of some of the problems with Steven Moffat’s DW. But first, let me talk about this episode in particular. (Also note: this review may contain spoilers, if you haven’t seen the episode already)