I haven’t watched Doctor Who in almost two years. It’s been more out of attrition than anything else. I fell behind and never got caught up.
I also was happy with leaving the show behind with the delightful “The Husband’s Of River Song,” which gives me a warm feeling even when I think about it.
But, we were given a perfect on boarding point this week with the new season, with a new Doctor and a new show runner, oh yeah, and The Doctor is now a she.
I liked a lot of things about “The Woman Who Fell To Earth,” (but then again, I also like “Dinosaurs On A Spaceship,” so what the hell do I know?) but I mostly loved it as a showcase to get to know Jodie Whittaker’s Doctor. Thirteen feels really fun, she’s compassionate, we know that much (isn’t the Doctor always so?) and she’s handy. (She built her new screw driver! It’s very cool and alien looking.)
I’m looking forward to getting to know Thirteen, and our new companions, Ryan, Yaz and Graham. I’m also going to (slowly, most likely…) watch the two years I missed. Though the Doctor explaining that five minutes ago she was a white haired Scotsman was kind of completely wonderful.
I hope we get the TARDIS back soon.