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Doctor Who: thoughts

There have been countless blog posts floating around the internet about Who and whether people like and and whether they don't and people got insulted and people got excited and, well, it's all been rather mad.

After watching three episodes of the new series I thought I'd share my own thoughts...

Matt Smith remains, still, my favourite Doctor. A past tumblr/blogpost explained that I love them all, I really do, but Matt Smith has a warm little fuzzy place of awesome in my heart. His acting has been marvellous throughout so far and I love his interpretation of the Doctor.

Now, the Doctor. I am going to put my hand up and say that I haven't liked him at point but I like that... I like that I don't like him because it's so refreshing for him to not be 100% likable all of the time. I think it's interesting to see how he reacts to certain situations and reacts to Amy and Rory.

Speaking of, I love Amy/Rory/Doctor. Not a 'shipped' thing but I think it's really nice to see a friendship, a really good, strong friendship between the Doctor and a companion... rather than another love-interest (not that that's a bad thing, mind!). Rory seems a little more 'the joker' element this series but I do really like the balance between comic and seriousness.

I would like to see more travelling and more... time travel, I guess, this series. Series 6 was very much a development of the plot and all that and I think I really enjoyed the first two episodes of the new series because they were a little more fast paced and exciting. I found Mercy quite deep and dark but I liked it all the same.

I cannot tell you how happy I am to see that mad man with a box on my screen again. He kind of just makes you smile, doesn't he?

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