I’ve been lately watching Dr. Who, under Craig Bogart‘s advice and tutelage. Craig’s been advising me on which classic episodes to check out, and filling in gaps in my knowledge.I tend to text him while I’m watching the episodes.
Last night, he said he gets a little nervous when showing a geek fave to someone else. If I don’t like it, will I hold him personally responsible?
The truth is, I do.
I make comments like: “OMG, 1982 computer graphics,” “Not much danger so far” (this was about 40 minutes into The Five Doctors.) and “The Curse of Fenris is generally good, but they try to jam in too much stuff in the last few minutes.”
But at least I’m fair about it. I also give him credit when something goes right.
“That part where the little girl shoots lightning out of her fingers, I wish I’d thought of that” and “The part where the Soviet soldier holds off vampires with his belief in Communism, that was pretty cool.”
“Nicely done, Craig.”
The live text commentary is really enjoyable. Much better than most DVD bonus material.
I haven’t even hit Tony with any Tom Baker yet. Brace yourself for Leela, my friend.
The only Doctor Who I ever saw in my youth were the Tom Baker episodes, as broadcast on our local PBS station here. And yes, Young Dara was quite fond of Leela.
Let me do a google image search … oh, my.
Before the Dr. Who reboot, to me the only doctor was Tom Baker. I only caught random episodes on PBS. Dad would always yell at me to shut that ‘weird shit’ off. For years I’ve always wanted that scarf. If I let my hair grow out, it’d have fro-ed out like Baker’s.
I’m lucky I even got to watch any Star Trek growing up. Oddly enough he never said anything about the old Batman reruns.