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Really, though, Davies should receive gratitude for putting DW out of its horribly crippled misery. The show began its slow transformation into that shambling, flesh-eating pirate zombie of Backrooms way back in the middle of Peter Capaldi's run. Long before Davies returned to become a matching bookend for the revived series.
It was an act of love on Russell's part. He came back to perform a mercy killing. Hopefully the poor beast will stay dead. Does anyone feel a reboot would be anything other than yet another disaster, what with the BBC still being in charge of its direction? (Or horror of horrors -- if Amazon were in charge? The latter is engineering the social-utopian demise of the James Bond franchise this very instant.)
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CRITICAL DRINKER
https://youtu.be/z0mEFUj94bQ
VIDEO INTRO: Did you know the average person sheds somewhere between 30 and 60,000 tears over their lifetime? [...] Well, one thing I definitely won't be shedding any tears over is the news that Doctor Who is officially cancelled.
The Christmas special cancelled. The Bad Wolf Production Company gone. Russell T. Davies vanished like a particularly noxious but silent fart from a suspiciously overstretched rectum.
The show that survived more than 60 years of cultural upheavals, budget cuts, awful TV movies, the fads and fashions and angsts of six different decades and even different generations was finally ushered into its not particularly early grave by a fat. embittered middle-aged wanker and a massive overdose of the message.
And honestly, I think it's about time they put this thing out of our misery. Because the Doctor Who of today was nothing more than a horrifying rotten corpse, vaguely resembling what it once was, but with the life and soul ripped out of it, showered in rainbow colored glitter, and made to prance and flounce around like an obscene puppet on strings.
A show made with the sole purpose of cynically mocking and deconstructing everything that it once was: The upper class British eccentricity, the fascinating post-war contrast of bold modernity and stuffy traditionalism, the adventures that fired the imagination of old and young like, and the elderly, cantankerous but wonderfully rebellious patrician at the center of it all.
And replaced it all with diversity. Diversity. Diversity. Moral grandstanding. Political lectures. Historical revisionism. Sexual politics. Trite hysterical melodrama. And more diversity. Shut up.
It was basically a case study in everything that's wrong with the modern BBC. The constant insufferable pandering to anything and everything that wasn't straight, white, and male. The blatant attempts to rewrite our own history and push us out of our own cultural heritage. The thinly disguised hatred of anyone to the right of Vladimir Lenin.
And the smug, condescending arrogance that can only come from metropolitan liberal elitists whose wages are paid entirely by forcible taxation and have never been tied to any kind of actual merits.
And what's ironic about all of this is that Doctor Who was ultimately killed by the same man who brought it back from the dead. Yeah, other people definitely contributed to it. I'm looking at you, Chris Chibnall. History will not forget what you did.
But it was Russell T. Davies, the showrunner who resurrected the Doctor after a 15-year hiatus, who ultimately put the final nail in the coffin with his flouncing, prancing, overacting, melodramatic man muse, Ncuti Gatwa leading the way, and a small army of shitty, under-qualified diversity hire writers backing him up.
Davies gleefully laid waste to his own legacy and declared war on the Doctor Who fan base. This wasn't entertainment anymore. It was cultural and political revenge, pure and simple. I mean, I don't know how or why it happened, but in the years that he's been away from the show, Davies had turned into an angry, bitter old man, indulging his increasingly absurd whims while raging against an audience that no longer existed. No wonder people abandoned this dog show in droves. It was a literal mockery of everything it used to represent...
https://youtu.be/z0mEFUj94bQ
https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/z0mEFUj94bQ
It was an act of love on Russell's part. He came back to perform a mercy killing. Hopefully the poor beast will stay dead. Does anyone feel a reboot would be anything other than yet another disaster, what with the BBC still being in charge of its direction? (Or horror of horrors -- if Amazon were in charge? The latter is engineering the social-utopian demise of the James Bond franchise this very instant.)
- - - - - - - - - - - -
CRITICAL DRINKER
https://youtu.be/z0mEFUj94bQ
VIDEO INTRO: Did you know the average person sheds somewhere between 30 and 60,000 tears over their lifetime? [...] Well, one thing I definitely won't be shedding any tears over is the news that Doctor Who is officially cancelled.
The Christmas special cancelled. The Bad Wolf Production Company gone. Russell T. Davies vanished like a particularly noxious but silent fart from a suspiciously overstretched rectum.
The show that survived more than 60 years of cultural upheavals, budget cuts, awful TV movies, the fads and fashions and angsts of six different decades and even different generations was finally ushered into its not particularly early grave by a fat. embittered middle-aged wanker and a massive overdose of the message.
And honestly, I think it's about time they put this thing out of our misery. Because the Doctor Who of today was nothing more than a horrifying rotten corpse, vaguely resembling what it once was, but with the life and soul ripped out of it, showered in rainbow colored glitter, and made to prance and flounce around like an obscene puppet on strings.
A show made with the sole purpose of cynically mocking and deconstructing everything that it once was: The upper class British eccentricity, the fascinating post-war contrast of bold modernity and stuffy traditionalism, the adventures that fired the imagination of old and young like, and the elderly, cantankerous but wonderfully rebellious patrician at the center of it all.
And replaced it all with diversity. Diversity. Diversity. Moral grandstanding. Political lectures. Historical revisionism. Sexual politics. Trite hysterical melodrama. And more diversity. Shut up.
It was basically a case study in everything that's wrong with the modern BBC. The constant insufferable pandering to anything and everything that wasn't straight, white, and male. The blatant attempts to rewrite our own history and push us out of our own cultural heritage. The thinly disguised hatred of anyone to the right of Vladimir Lenin.
And the smug, condescending arrogance that can only come from metropolitan liberal elitists whose wages are paid entirely by forcible taxation and have never been tied to any kind of actual merits.
And what's ironic about all of this is that Doctor Who was ultimately killed by the same man who brought it back from the dead. Yeah, other people definitely contributed to it. I'm looking at you, Chris Chibnall. History will not forget what you did.
But it was Russell T. Davies, the showrunner who resurrected the Doctor after a 15-year hiatus, who ultimately put the final nail in the coffin with his flouncing, prancing, overacting, melodramatic man muse, Ncuti Gatwa leading the way, and a small army of shitty, under-qualified diversity hire writers backing him up.
Davies gleefully laid waste to his own legacy and declared war on the Doctor Who fan base. This wasn't entertainment anymore. It was cultural and political revenge, pure and simple. I mean, I don't know how or why it happened, but in the years that he's been away from the show, Davies had turned into an angry, bitter old man, indulging his increasingly absurd whims while raging against an audience that no longer existed. No wonder people abandoned this dog show in droves. It was a literal mockery of everything it used to represent...
https://youtu.be/z0mEFUj94bQ
