Regarding last night’s Doctor Who, I’m simply going to invoke the Bad Astronomer:

Steven Moffat is made of awesome.

That is all.

Episodes like that are the reason I watch TV. Spoilers follow.

I’d guessed River-lady might die. I don’t deliberately try to predict these things - in fact, I try not to - but it seemed heartbreaking enough to be inevitable¹. But thankfully that didn’t detract. I hadn’t worked out anything else, and I certainly didn’t see the last five minutes coming. Wow. I loved the whole concept, particularly the forehead-slap simplicity of ’saved’, and the whole plot hung together nicely. And, of course, the dialogue was stonking.

TV’s providing all my highlights, these days. I like the cinema, but I’m trying to think of the last film that made me so goddamn happy as Doctor Who, Lost or Battlestar Galactica at their best.

1. plus, one of the first lines was ‘there’s always a death at the end, which was a bit of a hint [↩]