Capaldi the new Doc Who

I watched last night’s new Dr Who, with Capaldi in the driving seat. Ok, he’s half Italian. I’m a quarter Italian. I had a community nurse visit me at home recently, who was Italian. The stereotype is Italians are conversationally argumentative, querulous. Am I sounding like that now? Already. I think the script writer/s internalised the stereotype. The number of times in the first 15 minutes the doc was told to get back into bed & stay calm became boring.

Maybe the disorientation was meant to suggest he was reincarnated epileptic; that’s how you are after an episode, I know, been there, done that. Sorry, the script writing was woefully inadequate. And what’s with everyone being flirtatious? It’s an easy giveaway when the script writer has everyone sounding/ behaving the same. Doc flirted with dino, lizard lady flirted with the doc’s assistant etc etc. Unless it’s the planet of flirting the Doc’s landed on; instead of the planet of pudding brains. And if we HAVE to be characterised like that, how about assigning us a flavour? Bread & butter with raisins & vanilla, please.

Dr Who has always been a spiritual experience for me: I cry, I regenerate each time. Will Smith was the wonder guy, the saviour, combo of humour & serious ethics. I stopped watching this one after 40 minutes.


About anton veenstra

tapestry weaver, fibre artist, gay/qr activist, multiculturalist
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