(Source: thephdgirl)@1 month ago with 11 notes
21 Years-Old; Self-Proclaimed Genius;
"What's the point in living if you don't wanna dance?"
Big hair; bigger ego.
I’ll very rarely actively involve myself in any sort of debate such as this — on account of people having usually decided their opinions beforehand on any given matter, to such an extent that what results is not so much a debate but more a matter of who possesses the most stamina in hammering on home The Clear And Obvious Truth You Morons — but to give credit to a poor man evidently doomed to forever enrage the ungrateful masses everywhere, I can understand and respect Moffat’s decision.
You just have to look at the last two seasons under his command, particularly River Song’s brain-teasing story arc. Moffat dared to try something new within the framework of a show that runs on a (pretty darn perfect) repetitive formula. Of course, there were those that loved it — for myself, not since the painfully scarce teasing of Rose’s return throughout Season 4 had I been so desperately anticipating the following episode, week after week — but the haters were frankly concerning in their relentlessness over their distaste. “Moffat, just stop it! I don’t know what the fuck is going on! You’ve ruined the show! Fuck you and your fucking timey-wimey bullshit!” etc. etc.
Moffat tried something new, because there were more than enough requests he do so, and then people threw it back in his face. Can you hardly blame the man for sticking to a ‘safer’ choice for a Doctor, then? If he had picked a woman then, sure, there would be many that punch the air in joy, running naked down the streets and coming up with umpteen dire one-liners involving ‘vaginas’ and the phrase ‘bigger on the inside’. But I guarantee the ever-louder, evermore spiteful haters would spread their bile far and wide, until it would reach the head writer on what is still (fifty bloody marvellous years later) arguably one of the greatest television achievements of all time. Imagine then being him? I, for one, would feel not only hurt, but under-appreciated.
So while it’s easy and convenient and comfortable to jump on a bandwagon filled with people who’ll pat you on the back and tell you Just How Bloody Right You Are Because Moffat Can’t Run A Show For Shit, try and consider for one moment that this is a man whose imagination produced: “Are You My Mummy?”, Weeping Angels, the Girl Who Waited, Captain Jack Harkness, a Girl in a Fireplace, shadows that eat people, Silence Will Fall, an incredible trio of Victorian crime-fighting wunderkinds (including a lesbian inter-species couple), Churchill and tea-offering Daleks, a Christmas episode with flying bloody sharks, RORY MUTHAFUCKING WILLIAMS, Stormageddon… the list goes on.
Those were all Damn Good Decisions. Peter Capaldi is a Damn Good Actor.
And Steven Moffat is really worth more than the sum of a few peoples’ rage over frankly marvellous risks a beloved show has taken after far too long ‘playing it safe’.