[You know how sometimes you write dumb stuff when you're younger and then get over it? That's basically the definition of this piece. I'm keeping it up for human interest, but I'm an enormous
Doctor Who fan now.]
I've come to two conclusions about Science Fiction. First,
if there's any chance of enjoying things like Star Wars, Star Trek, and Doctor
Who, one must embrace the inherent campiness of it. Chewbacca? Alien octopuses in robotic shells that have no emotion but hate? Yes, please. The other conclusion? Stay tuned.
Over the last few weeks, I've watched enough New Doctor Who
episodes to get a pretty fair grasp of the show. I know not to call him Doctor Who, but The Doctor. I can hold my own in a conversation that throws around
terms like "Cybermen" and "Daleks" and "Time
Lords" and even (ugh) "Slitheens."
For those of you who don't know - Doctor Who is about a
900-year-old shape-shifter who travels through space and time in a ship shaped like a
1950's police-box and saves various realities from malign species, accompanied
by amusing, usually female sidekicks. He never dies, but regenerates every few years into another member of RADA. And yes, it's about as campy as it
sounds, but there are moments when it transcends its genre.
Here's the thing: I really wanted to like this show. I
really did. And I did like it, through the first season. It was season two that
killed it for me. (I am compelled to add, however, that season 3 pulled me back
into the fold, thanks mostly to Donna Noble.) After what I realized
watching the second season, it can never be quite the same.