Voyage of the Damned
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neadodsWith the proposal to work on, Christmas is something that happened to other people at a distance, but I've finally gotten to see Voyage of the Damned.
Fromage Factor: Deliciously high. The whole pre-landing lecture about "humans worshipping a god named Santa who had huge claws (and his wife Mary) through "London isn't safe at Christmas" had me laughing like a loon. And you just can't beat the glorious camp of the line "Information: You are all going to die."
(Look, it's a show about an alien with a magic wand who lives in a magic box. I don't go in expecting King Lear, and it's always a bonus to get an actual plot. If angst and introspection aren't provided, I'll happily partake of the cheese tray.)
Stereotypes: also pretty high. We start off with everyone laughing at the fat people. The fat, interracial charity people. *sigh*
Shipping: Right where I expected it to be, personally. It would have been nice for the Doctor to have at least mentioned Martha or Jack by name, but I'm not at all shocked that Dr. "if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with" was promptly plus-one-ing the next person who talked to him about the love of exploration. And evilly, after all the angst and predictions of the deeper meaning of The Stowaway, I thought it was hilarious that there are all of two measures of it as background, period. Ditto on the general uselessness of all the predictions of the real meaning of Astrid's name.
Wuh? Moments: Only three meteors? All that money and your "storm" is three rocks? Riiiiiiight.
General reaction: Some great moments, "eh, it was okay" overall, looking forward to the next season of both Twood and Dr. Who.
Fromage Factor: Deliciously high. The whole pre-landing lecture about "humans worshipping a god named Santa who had huge claws (and his wife Mary) through "London isn't safe at Christmas" had me laughing like a loon. And you just can't beat the glorious camp of the line "Information: You are all going to die."
(Look, it's a show about an alien with a magic wand who lives in a magic box. I don't go in expecting King Lear, and it's always a bonus to get an actual plot. If angst and introspection aren't provided, I'll happily partake of the cheese tray.)
Stereotypes: also pretty high. We start off with everyone laughing at the fat people. The fat, interracial charity people. *sigh*
Shipping: Right where I expected it to be, personally. It would have been nice for the Doctor to have at least mentioned Martha or Jack by name, but I'm not at all shocked that Dr. "if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with" was promptly plus-one-ing the next person who talked to him about the love of exploration. And evilly, after all the angst and predictions of the deeper meaning of The Stowaway, I thought it was hilarious that there are all of two measures of it as background, period. Ditto on the general uselessness of all the predictions of the real meaning of Astrid's name.
Wuh? Moments: Only three meteors? All that money and your "storm" is three rocks? Riiiiiiight.
General reaction: Some great moments, "eh, it was okay" overall, looking forward to the next season of both Twood and Dr. Who.
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Date: 2007-12-27 12:27 am (UTC)Hilarious as hell. As was the reaction from some quarters to both that and the two kisses (which, frankly, I thought could easily have been handwaved if you were hardcore-shipping inclined, but apparently not according to some).
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Date: 2007-12-27 02:59 am (UTC)But yeah, the song? Hilarious.