Downside: I broke my toe this past weekend. Upside: I discovered “Doctor Who” and I’m decidedly, definitely, deliriously hooked. And wondering what took me so long!
Frankly, I think it was the aliens. I’ve never been the biggest science fiction fan, and I tend to avoid documentaries about Roswell and the like. But I love all things British, at least entertainment-wise, and I’ve heard so much about this show that I figured I had to give it a shot – And what better time than when I was stuck in bed with a throbbing toe and a burning desire to escape reality?
The show marks its 50th anniversary in 2013, but I started with the 2005 series since that’s what they have on Netflix. This tweet from The Bloggess sums up my reaction quite nicely:
Episode 1 introduces the Doctor and his soon-to-be traveling companion, Rose, as they fight off living plastic, in the form of mannequins and a pulsating, lava-esque blob known as “The Nesting Consciousness,” that is trying to take over the Earth. Interesting, but I wasn’t totally sold. The mannequins were creepy but the plot was kind of silly and some of the music was a bit distracting. Episode 2 has Rose and the Doctor 5 billion years in the future attending an “End of the Earth” viewing party on a space station. Aliens abound and there’s much fiery danger – Usually not my thing, but I found myself getting sucked in. By Episode 3, which takes place in 1860’s England and features Charles Dickens and the walking dead, I was undoubtedly addicted.
If you haven’t seen “Doctor Who,” I recommend it emphatically. The premise is fascinating – the Doctor is the last of the Time Lords, traveling through space and time, defeating evil wherever it’s found and having some wonderful adventures along the way. His ship is a TARDIS, which stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space, and takes the form of a 1950’s era blue Police Call Box. From what I’ve learned so far, he usually travels with at least one companion. I’ve also learned that, when critically injured, the Doctor can regenerate himself, a fact which provides a unique vehicle for the show to continue indefinitely despite the loss of its main actor. As for the companions, although I haven’t really seen it yet, they too can be replaced. The romantic tension between the Doctor and his companion(s) is often palpable and so very sweet, yet you’re always aware of the bittersweet truth that the Doctor is eternally lonely – A 900-year old genius with a never-ending string of friendships, enemies, and lost loves scattered throughout space and time.
It’s a wonderful story….and the eye candy isn’t bad either: