Science fiction is an extension of art. Art is meant to stir emotions, illuminate new paths and, above all, create resonance. I'm pretty sure all this episode will resonate is a foul aroma.
From beginning to end this one missed the mark. There wasn't even a single good idea here that hasn't been presented elsewhere and more effectively. If Doctor Who is being relegated to nothing more than a live action Captain Planet from the '90s, then I'm out. Last season was just boring. This season has put boring on a soapbox. Please shesplain to me more about how bad plastic is for the environment or how we're destroying the earth, said no one ever. This is making the Colin Baker years seem like a golden age.
Quick synopsis: Lots of people get sick with a plastic eating pathogen (and seriously, who doesn't know that word?) that The Doctor cures after much preaching. Always good and professional to point fingers about a problem rather than spend that energy curing it. That's it. That's what someone came to the writing room with in hopes of creating a multi-million dollar (pound) TV show to air across the world and take its place alongside some of the greatest television ever made. Of course, people with worse judgement affirmed this plan, somehow. If a committee of folks aren't enough to keep such dreck from our screens, wouldn't it save a lot of money to let a single loser with bad ideas exclusively write for the show?
Sorry to say the show is plummeting in creative imagination faster than in ratings.
From beginning to end this one missed the mark. There wasn't even a single good idea here that hasn't been presented elsewhere and more effectively. If Doctor Who is being relegated to nothing more than a live action Captain Planet from the '90s, then I'm out. Last season was just boring. This season has put boring on a soapbox. Please shesplain to me more about how bad plastic is for the environment or how we're destroying the earth, said no one ever. This is making the Colin Baker years seem like a golden age.
Quick synopsis: Lots of people get sick with a plastic eating pathogen (and seriously, who doesn't know that word?) that The Doctor cures after much preaching. Always good and professional to point fingers about a problem rather than spend that energy curing it. That's it. That's what someone came to the writing room with in hopes of creating a multi-million dollar (pound) TV show to air across the world and take its place alongside some of the greatest television ever made. Of course, people with worse judgement affirmed this plan, somehow. If a committee of folks aren't enough to keep such dreck from our screens, wouldn't it save a lot of money to let a single loser with bad ideas exclusively write for the show?
Sorry to say the show is plummeting in creative imagination faster than in ratings.
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