I know that part of watching Doctor Who is wailing nearly every time the Doctor regenerates, but frankly lately I have barely been managing that. Not that the new Doctor Who isn't well written, and acted, along with have a fx budget that makes the classic look like it was shot in someone's back garden with a kindergarden art class doing the monsters. But I just can't quite seem to manage the enthusiasm that I used to. When Jon Pertwee left I cried, when Tom finally gave it up I found myself loathing scaffolding with a rather disquieting ardor. I had the same basic reaction to greater and lesser degrees with all the classic Docs. When the new series started I was entranced. It was a slightly darker Doctor, though still incredibly manic, with a goofy smile and a ridiculous solution for almost any situation.
Then he was gone....
It hit me rather hard, time, and childhood nostalgia having hidden most of the details of regeneration from me.
Then he was there....
Too pretty, too young, too so many things. But as you do with The Doctor (when you finally give him the chance) you start to like him again even if you don't love him anymore. That dislike however has nothing to do really with David Tennant, he has been an excellent Doctor, and it has been so.. i might even say orgasmically, wonderful to have someone who is just as big a fan playing the Doctor, But instead of the almost rabid grief/anger I used to get, I'm approaching this next regeneration with a kind of resigned doom.
I've found myself avoiding the latest specials as we get closer and closer to Tennant leaving. Closer and closer to a Doctor who looks younger than me!
Maybe I'm just getting to old and set in my ways... though I probably just started out to old...
I won't make any grand statements, we'll just have to see where time and relative dimensions in space takes us. I know that, more than likely in a year or so, I'll give in and start watching it again, but I think that, finally...
he won't be my Doctor anymore.
