1/4I realize everyone is watching Nolan’s masterpiece right now and getting a kick out of destroying their own culture, and that's perhaps make me nostalgic. You see, back in 2012, I broke up with my girlfriend because she was a "Tumblr girl." I’m not kidding. I come from a poor Slavic country; I’d never heard of people like that before and had no idea how messed up they were. She was obsessed with Doctor Who, Sherlock, and the rest of that BBC crap. So, for years, I avoided shows like that—plus, they struck me as incredibly gay. There was just something about them. Faggy aura. And it was true, as it turned out.
2/4Recently, however, I decided to catch up on it. First, I watched the last three seasons featuring gay Negro. I won't go into detail here, but—even though I don't know much about Davis—it all looked like a stream flowing from a rotting, narcissistic, faggot mind. It was fascinating in its own way. Maybe I'll write more about it someday. Intrigued, later I checked out the first season. Those who said Davis was always like this—but used to hold back—were right. Just like in the later seasons, there’s that typical faggy infantilism here, not to mention the obvious references. This is perfectly evident in the World War II episodes: the first was made by Moffatt - weightier and more interesting—while the second was by Davis himself, resulting in a lighter tone and blatant nods to homosexuality.
>>221876416>>221876440you sound like a huge faggot
3/4 The quality of the episodes varies. The show attempts to strike a balance between standalone stories and plotlines leading to the finale; however—much like in recent seasons—the connections between them are often weak, internally inconsistent, and generally rely on wishful thinking (a factor I consider significant when evaluating the whole). Some ideas are quite interesting, though their execution leaves something to be desired. There is a peculiar mix of modern sci-fi elements and dated design—take, for instance, the penultimate episode, featuring a cyberpunk woman with cables who was taking orders from trash cans.Aesthetically, the series also feels like a throwback. The blurring, light flares, saturated colors, and close-ups strongly remind me of Western television from the late 1990s. And it’s not just that—after all, one episode features a parody of turn-of-the-millennium TV phenomena and even techno music that was already outdated by 2005. But I suppose that’s a characteristic of the BBC—it’s always about fifteen years behind certain trends, while simultaneously creating its own.
4/limits lolThe characters are drawn with broad strokes. The BBC was already "woke" back then and fond of diverse casting, even though most of the actors were just ugly Brits anyway. Rose could only pass for a beauty in Bongoland, though I won't deny I’d stick my dick between those crooked British teeth of hers. A few women drift through the background; Negress from the space station episode particularly caught my eye—I swear, I’d lick that whole Nubian mug of hers and then fill every one of her orifices with my fluids. The Doctor himself is fine—certainly better than that short-arse Tennant, who really put me off in the specials.Then there’s Captain Jack; back then, he might have passed for somewhat heterosexual, but now you can really sense the gayness—and the glee Davies felt whenever he made him strip or kiss the Doctor. Jack literally pulling a gun out of his ass is the height of self-indulgence on his part. I swear, that ugly, farting, devious alien woman who went on a date with the Doctor is Davis’s self-insert!
5/ limits lolThe most interesting part, however, is the ending. I’ve already mentioned that the storytelling mechanism relies on the writer’s wishful thinking. Yet, wishful thinking also functions here as a plot device in its own right—which aligns with what I’ve seen in the latest episodes. Ultimately, it all comes down to the moment when the woman—Rose—finds herself helpless. It is then that she suddenly begins to perceive symbolic synchronicities—things that "were always there"—only to discover that they originated within herself. These symbols both revealed knowledge of reality and constituted reality itself, for the woman that is the true reality. Since everything depends on her, she destroys sources of her uncertainty—such as adversaries or the deaths of friends. Yet, this brings her no relief. A woman is a being who desires. But what can one desire when one is everything? Thus, she turns her full attention to the most important thing in a woman's life: a man. This allows her to recover from her previous state, place her trust in the man, and return to what a woman was created to do—follow the man.
6/ endIt’s no wonder women loved this series! It was precisely this blend of infantilism and intellectual narcissism that must have contributed to the series' popularity—something only a homosexual could have achieved.I wonder what men were looking for in the Doctor. From what I observed, they were weaklings. Could it be that weaklings have female brains? Those are questions for later, though.Well, I’ll wrap things up for now. I might return with further thoughts after the next season. Or not. Will see.
>>221876444Don't project, you bitch. You know I'm right. Accept the truth and tuck away your prolapsed anus.
