Doctor Who is back again for episode three, and maybe the best episode of the show – whether classic or revival version – that I have ever seen. From the trailer for the show, I thought it was going to be something like an episode of Timeless, but I was wrong, it is a lot more than that. It is an extremely powerful episode of TV. It starts, as usual, with those beautiful credits, that consist of little more than a blob of CGI, blossoming from the dark and pulsating like a cloud of chaos.
After great success jumping back on with the new season of Doctor Who, I thought I would try the same trick with The Walking Dead. I gave up on the show after they killed off Glenn. I will not go into a long rant about how badly the show had lost its way at that point. Suffice it to say that I prefer stories where communities pull together against zombies, not stories where bands of crazies wage war against each other for no good reason.
This is issue 133 of a comic called 2000 AD, which hit British newspaper shops way back in 1979, the sixth of October to be exact. Seeing the front page, I realized that it didn’t trigger the same hit of nostalgia with me that previous covers have. It suddenly occurred to me that this is because it is the first time I have seen it. This issue marks the start of one of the periods, some long, some short, where I stopped buying 2000 AD altogether.
This is the second episode of series eleven of Doctor Who, The Ghost Monument, and the show – if it is not too early to say this – is going from strength to strength with Jodie Whittaker as the Doctor. I enjoyed this episode so, so much, for a lot of reasons. For example, it opens with the new theme tune and graphics for the first time. That didn’t happen with episode one, I guess because the Doctor’s regeneration was only half way through.
Anyone who has read more than a handful of the posts on this blog – a select group of people to be sure – can’t have failed to notice a couple of things. One is that I am obsessed with sci-fi, but another, less obvious fact, is that I consider myself woke. I’m an old white guy, benefiting from a lot of privilege – thank you very much Western civilization, I’ll take it – but also I’m an unapologetic SJW and snowflake.
I’m reading ancient comic books from my long-ago youth. I’ve lost sight of why I’m doing this, now, but it’s too late to stop, so here goes with another one. It’s from way back in 1979, and it’s called 2000 AD. Issue 132 of 2000 AD has one of my all time favorite covers. It is by McMahon, who has a very different style to Bolland, whose work we saw on the cover of last week’s comic book.
I have just finished watching episode 1 of series 11 of Doctor Who, The Woman Who Fell to Earth, the one where the Doctor turns into a woman (Jodie Whittaker to be precise), and I am cautiously hopeful. I must admit I was prepared for the show to go either way, enjoyable fun or disappointing fan service – I have been let down by Doctor Who before – but it was fun.
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