Our gumshoe comes face to face with his older self and then runs for the roof pursued by the Weeping Angels. There he finds… well, let’s just say I felt like somebody should have called the Ghostbusters.
Photo: BBC Who, who, who! Merry Christmas! Well, that was a feel-good little slice of schmaltz. It was a hugely silly storyline and lacked some of the punch of other episodes in this series; however, there were some very funny moments and somehow, between them, Matt Smith and Claire Skinner […]
I loved the opening of this episode, with the steam train running through the Gherkin and traffic jams of cars hanging from hot air balloons. It was beautifully fantastic, as was much of the episode. The plot, indeed, was equally fanciful, but somewhat less satisfying than the visuals.
Having left Amy and Rory to indulge in some domestic bliss, we no longer have to deal with the issues created by putting those characters into episodes disconnected from their main story arc. Instead we can indulge in a fun old-school interlude, pepped up with a blast from the past.
Hurrah! Things are looking up on Doctor Who. The problem of Amy and Rory’s passivity with regard to their baby still exists, but the plot of ‘The God Complex’ was interesting enough to make me set that to one side. The dated hotel, with its all-pervasive muzak, was suitably bizarre and creepy, while the resident monster was nicely alien and ridiculous-looking. So far, so good.
Unfortunately for Amy Pond, the Doctor seems to have a regrettable tendency to always turn up late to collect her, accidentally leaving her alone in quarantine for 36 years. On this note, I have to say that the make-up artist did a great job aging Karen Gillan’s face for the role of the older Amy.
Taking the episode on its own, it was entertaining enough; it was more like the disconnected episodes that were the norm in some of the earlier series, when every week the Doctor and his assistant met Daleks/werewolves/underground lizard-people, then ran around a lot and eventually saved the day.