And here it is! The last entry for the 30 Day Doctor Who Challenge. Except this is a bonus 31st entry, because I like tormenting myself. What shall I be talking about today? No clue.
Yeah, this is gonna be one of those rambles. I’m not sure what I have left to say about the Doctor. I have talked about my favorite incarnation, companion, episode, TARDIS design, and so much more! I don’t know what more could be said, but I do know there is always more. I guess that’s what I love about Doctor Who. It’s the little show that could that’s still coulding. It’s been around for over 50 years, and that’s awesome.
Like I wrote back in February, its long history is what got me interested. I didn’t realize until I started writing about Doctor Who that I seem to be drawn to forms of entertainment with impressive histories from which a wealth of stories can be drawn. All I have to do is look a the stacks of wrestling DVDs and boxes of comics to understand that, but the Doctor made me realize it. The offspring of wrestlers who made their names in the ’80s can meet in the ring today and pick up the story from where their fathers left off three decades ago. A character who appeared in a random story in the 1940s can make a triumphant return in a major way in comics today. And weird tongue-looking aliens with suction cups all over them that only appeared in a 1975 episode can somehow play a large role in a 2013 50th anniversary special. Fascinating.
But that’s not the only reason I love Doctor Who. The history brought me to the table, but the sense of adventure kept me there. Yes, the modern era is very guilty of following a set formula, but the imagination is almost always entertaining. Microscopic predators camouflaged as shadows, little baby fat-aliens born from weight loss pills, a weapon that requires pulling various planets and moons from all of time and space to be used. It’s just fun! Of course, the good Doctor faces his fair share heart(s)breaks, but the fun’s always there. There’s always something to see and do.
But, none of it would be possible without an enthralling lead. I’ve only seen the modern Doctors, but the OGs must’ve been something else to carry the show through all its woes. Not taking away from the stories at all (since you definitely need those, too), but I don’t think the show would’ve lasted this long without the titular character. Over 50 years and there are still things that we don’t know about him. He’s the smartest, most egotistical man in any room, and yet his capacity for caring and forgiveness seems endless. Don’t get me wrong, the Doctor can be a vengeful son of a gun, but he is a being of love and adventure. The ultimate traveler on the ultimate journey.
So, I guess that’s what I’m writing about for the bonus entry. ‘Til we meet again, readers. After a month of writing about Doctor Who, I’m pretty much done with it. Until I get series 9 on DVD. I’m sure I’ll write something else then.