And yet, and yet, despite my last post, one of the joys of the last Dr Who was the steampunky beginning, which included an anachronistic London with the Flying Scotsman, on elevated railway, entering the side of the Gherkin. It reminded me enormously of Berlin Hauptbahnhof, but it was jazzy and fun instead of overwhelming. (Of course I would have hated it if I actually had to go on that railway). Churchill as Caesar living in Buckingham Palace, and that was just the first five minutes.
And the tying-up of the complexities and loose ends of the last series was both sufficiently straightforward and yet still quite subtle. A spottable solution, but still nice and quirky. And a little less frenetic in feel than some of the other highly-plotted episodes have felt.
And included amongst all of the running around was a gentle eulogy for Nicholas Courtney, who played Brigadier Sir Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, and who sadly died recently.
Well done. A good effort all around.
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