Monster Hunter Tri is the game of the week. It was that or Sherlock Holmes vs. Jack the Ripper. Not exactly the hardest game of the week pick I've ever had. Unfortunately I don't really have anything to say about Monster Hunter, so instead I'll talk about something totally unrelated.
I've been pretty clear that when it comes to Doctors Who -- my best guess of pluralization -- David Tenant stands well above his colleagues. When my wife and I watched over the winter as he turned over the mantle to some oddly-jawed upstart, it was with great trepidation. As Tenant gave his not-surprisingly tearful farewell, and Matt Smith had his four minutes of screen time before the closing credits rolled, my wife and I were in lockstep agreement. We hated him.
So we watched on BBC America this weekend to bear dismal witness to the inevitable ruination of the franchise as perpetrated by Smith's too-young-by-half Doctor. As I pressed play I felt the doors slam shut on any hope of an open minded appraisal. The question was simply how much I would hate the new Doctor Who.
Maybe it was Moffat's writing. Maybe it had been long enough since I'd last watch Tenant tear about the screen like a spiky-haired hamster on amphetamines. Maybe the door just wasn't as slammed tight as I had thought, but I loved it. I don't have a clean read on Smith's Doctor yet, but the initial delivery felt spot on with enough of the familiar and promise of something new to make me happy, and let it not be said that Karen Gillan is hard on the eyes.
So it is with some relief that I discover I can still be a fan of the show.
- Sherlock Holmes vs Jack the Ripper