For many, Christmas is a time for happiness. For laughter for giving and for having fun. Until you get to the evening (at least for Whovians, anyway). As, Christmas usually signals the regeneration of The Doctor. Perhaps the BBC think that Christmas is a good time, to give the present of a new Doctor. However, others would argue that they are taking more than giving as you are sat there in tears when the regeneration process starts. This year, we lost Matt Smith, the Eleventh Doctor who had a soft spot for bow ties, fezzes and fish fingers with custard, and introduced Peter Capaldi as the Twelfth Doctor.
The Doctor and Clara are teleported to the planet in order to find the origins of the message which is coming from a crack in the fabric of the universe in the wall of a church. We find out that the cracks that the Doctor had previously closed were opened by the Time Lords, who were saved during the events of the 50th anniversary episode “The Day of the Doctor”. Handle translates the message as “Doctor Who?”
I have always liked Smith as the Doctor, although I found some of his stories lacking in certain areas, that was not his fault and his acting helped to make up for some of the lacklustre plots. You could tell, in his farewell scene, that he really meant how he felt and he definitely gave a big yank on my heart strings. Then you get Peter Capaldi, who, although he only gets a few lines, makes me chuckle right away by complaining about the colour of his kidneys. My preference for a goodbye episode is for it to be funny, and to remind me of old times, and to then make the actual goodbye an emotional scene, and this episode definitely does that.
Although the acting was first class, the continuity was great and it had the emotions flowing, it was far more complex than it needed to be. Here’s hoping for Capaldi.