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How I Learned to Love The Doctor

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Since I spent most of the Thanksgiving holiday banished to the couch fighting off some strange stomach virus, I substituted feasting on turkey for watching Doctor Who.

A friend loaned me the first two seasons of the BBC’s newest incarnation of the iconic hero a few months ago.  I wasn’t all that impressed, at first.  I him-hawed around, watching an episode here and there, doing my best to at least give the show a chance.  Something just kept me watching.  It annoyed me in a way; I mean, here was a show that two friends had recommended—friends whose opinions I respect—and I was really having a difficult time finding what it was they loved about this show.  The humor is very English. The special effects look rather cheap, something unaided by the BBC’s insistence to shoot all their shows on video.  But something about it reminded me, oddly enough, of Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone.

The Twilight Zone captured that rare blend of surrealism and truth in its stories—sometimes haunting, sometimes humorous, and other times terrifying.  Underneath this curious world of the Doctor, I could see some of the same magic at work.  I’m not sure exactly where—it was likely somewhere between discs two and three—but something happened, and I became hopelessly hooked.  Every time I hear Murray Gold’s version of the theme song thump through the television, something stirs, and I can’t wait to see where the Tardis takes me next.

There’s a promising innocence in its stories, and a profound sense of humanity that draws me in every time.  Moments in this series beautifully capture some of the more complex notions of salvation and redemption.  Whether intentional or not, the creative force behind this show is at least mindful of such things, and the results are more than mere entertainment.  I even find myself wondering what C.S. Lewis would think of some these stories.  From what little I know of him, I think he’d rather enjoy them.

So, halfway into the second season now, I am stripped of all preconceptions.  I can see now what my friend meant by admiring the enormous care put into the storytelling of this universe.  The Doctor’s simple, unadulterated joy helps me put aside the forlorn black cloud that likes to follow me around at times.  It’s a cleansing experience.

The whooshing sound tells me the Tardis is ready to leave again.  So, I’ll be off and will return…in time.


Written by taj

December 1, 2007 at 12:03 pm

Posted in stories, Television

3 Responses

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  1. HOORAY!!! An other convert!!!! I’m so happy!!!


    December 1, 2007 at 3:00 pm

  2. Very nice I’m glad that you are enjoying Season 2 should I mention I have season 3 sitting at home and the stories just get better! and Now the BBC has added another spin off to the series that is getting great reviews! I don’t have the time to watch all this ooooo the pain well BSG is ending so I guess I can let something take it’s place.
    Just to tease you from season 3 here’s a quote “He never raised his voice. That was the worst thing. The fury of the Time Lord. And then we discovered why. Why this Doctor, who had fought gods and demons, ran away from us and hid. He was being kind.” Brother
    hmmmm and i hear the new BBC version of Robin Hood is excellent as well, I’m telling you the BBC is making some good stuff bud!


    December 3, 2007 at 3:44 pm

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    December 4, 2007 at 10:22 am

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