elisi: 12th Doctor with guitar, mellow (Twelve)
elisi ([personal profile] elisi) wrote2017-12-28 04:59 pm
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I don't tend to watch reaction videos...

But honestly, this boy is too adorable to live. I think I may adopt him.



MASSIVE SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY!

Re: And when you see it, *I* see it

(Anonymous) 2017-12-30 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
How can anyone not? (Rhetorical question, I know some people don't like Murray Gold)
!!! Horror of horrors!

Like, just put him out of his misery already? It's for his own good.
LOL
Seriously though, I consider EVERYTHING in the EoT absolutely worth it for that small, beautiful scene with Verity Newman in the bookshop:
“To the Doctor. Funny, that's the name he used…”
“Was she happy in the end?”
“Yes. Yes, she was. Were you?”
And he just looks at her gives that devastated, heartbreaking smile.
I call it “The Tenth Doctor in a nutshell.”

"Don't get me wrong - Peter Capaldi is awesome. But he is too old and wrinkly to kiss someone as pretty as Alex Kingston."
To which I would have answered “Well, yes, and Matt Smith has a face that looks like a bean or a shoe, so what is your point? They are still adorable!”

These things happen. I grew up with all Disney cartoons being dubbed into Danish. It was not good.
Yeah, but you know, at least when it’s animation it’s…tolerable? Heck, it can even be *good*. But it’s utterly impossible with live action. Why would anyone ever prefer dubbing over subtitles, I’ll never know.

Re: And when you see it, *I* see it

(Anonymous) 2017-12-30 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Blessed be Clara & Moffat forever.
Can we just appreciate just how life-affirming Moffat’s writing is?

I know he has a reputation as the scary one, as a troll, and it’s justified, but he isn’t dark or needlessly cruel. His best stories are the ultimately optimistic ones. Everybody lives, etc. It’s RTD whose stories are *better* when they are dark and gritty (see Turn Left, Midnight, Waters of Mars. I think it’s because he is more pessimistic about human nature, life, and the universe in general, so he often struggled in the family-friendly DW framework.)

Don’t get me wrong, I love Game of Thrones, but in a culture where we are constantly being bombarded by pessimism, by darkness and grittiness, where to be edgy is to be realistic, where to kill characters for the sake of killing them and shock value is considered a great move, where to be cynical is to be wise and laughter and hope are naïve…how much of a breath of fresh air is a Doctor Who that resoundingly goes “No, the Doctor always has been and always will be a kind and hopeful soul. And that is still important and relevant, dammit! Yes, compassion is right, love is never foolish, hope and kindness is what the Doctor stands for”?
And then –shock– dares to gives happy endings to poor characters who deserve them, even the Doctor (!), and not always kick them when they’re down?

And then get blamed for not understanding grief (facepalm). In no way does Moffat Who deny the darkness; but it gives us good things in spite of it and maintains that those ultimately make it worth it.
(It’s quite unconsciously Christian in that regard.)
And I won’t give examples because I know that you’ll probably agree with me, so I’d be preaching to the choir (Though that great post of yours on The Doctor, the widow, and the wardrobe does come to mind). Plus, we’d be here all day.

But I will ramble a bit.

The whole thing with the sis is that besides being an absolute blast, it has also paved the way for some surprising, marvelous insights and currently relevant epiphanies through revisiting the old stuff. Case in point, the Series 5 finale. Besides it reminding me how much, and why I adore Eleven, and the obvious bit about the Doctor saving the day by being kind, duh, which you had noted and hoped for as early as 2010, high five, there was also a great quote in your Big Bang meta:

Why Moffat Is the Weird Trickster Eru Ilúvatar of DW; or as promethia put it in one word, “hopepunk”.

“In addition to its common meaning (hope), the Elvish word estel refers to a complex philosophical concept found in Elvish thought. This idea is best understood as *trust* or "faith", and the hope that comes from it: estel refers to the belief that Ilúvatar, the Creator of the Universe, is good and that his designs for his creatures will ultimately be good as well, despite the troubles that seem to plague Arda, this world. Certain knowledge of what is to happen to the Elves after the end of Arda has thus been withheld from them, so that all they can rely on is estel. The Elven-king Finrod Felagund explained estel as an idea that "is not defeated by the ways of the world, for it does not come from experience, but from our nature and first being. If we are indeed the Eruchin, the Children of the One, then He will not suffer Himself to be deprived of His own, not by any Enemy, not even by ourselves." "

Hope is not just what the story is about; it is in the fabric of the story itself. And it *can* be in the fabric of the story because we trust and have faith in the storyteller.

(We are both Tolkien fans, and yes, I have used this in the past: but now it is meta and conceptualized and important!)

Or, as you had put it:

Moffat to us: “It has never been more important that you trust me.”
Audience: “But you don’t always tell me the truth.” (Rory died, Amy died, the Doctor was erased...)
Moffat: "If I always told you the truth I wouldn't need you to trust me.”




RE: Re: And when you see it, *I* see it

(Anonymous) 2017-12-30 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Re the whole Game of Thrones environment right now, as the great man himself said, “Doctor Who is a big-hearted, optimistic show that believed in kindness and love and that wisdom will triumph in the end. I don’t believe it’s the kind of show that says there are bitter, twisted endings because it’s not. It’s not gritty, it’s aspirational. It says it can work. And wisdom and kindness will triumph and love will always come through in the end. I think there’s not enough people or TV shows says that and I’ll be damned if Doctor Who is going to join in with the general chorus of despair.”

Re: And when you see it, *I* see it

(Anonymous) 2018-01-02 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Absolutely. There is a quote which I can't find, where he talks about how he loves to make people survive. Especially because you can then go darker beforehand.
Oh, I know exactly the one you mean, I think you had mentioned it in the past, but I can’t find it right now either. It’s cool. I call it the Reverse Don Bluth Principle.

[insert Moffat quote about giving THIS hero two hearts & a box where you can call for help, rather than gadgets or guns...]
Oh, I adore that quote, it’s beautiful.

Very nice. You are clearly far better 'versed in Tolkien than I am!
Well, probably not to the degree that it would seem, but thanks! And I just loved that quote of yours.
Reading your Series 5 posts now is very interesting. And seeing you slowly fall in love with Eleven is adorable. When did he actually, officially become *your* Doctor?



Re: And when you see it, *I* see it

(Anonymous) 2018-01-02 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I had seen that post before. But, oh, now it made me go "awww"!

On the subject of Tolkien...

(Anonymous) 2018-01-07 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
...here are two small excerpts from my fanfic "Join theTriumph of the Skies" which I wrote *exactly* a year ago. It's the final part of a huge and epic thematic trilogy of fics structured around a quote from Shelley's Prometheus Unbound. They try to connect EVERYTHING in 50+ years of Who, and explore the Doctor's beliefs and spirituality, the good things and the tragedies of his long life, the effect of his companions, his role as a bringer of hope in the universe, loss and grief, humanism, philosophy, happiness, universalism, Christmas, the mystical and enduring nature of love, and at what point a fic becomes an excuse to quote Harry Potter, Robert G. Ingersoll, Hugo, Tolkien, Shelley, C.S Lewis, Neil Gaiman, and Terry Pratchett.

(Yes, you obviously don't comprehend the level of insane I operate at. Enjoy.)
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(It’s called marriage.)

Amelia turns away from the TARDIS, from endless adventure, from freedom from time, from immortality, and steps towards the tombstone, because just this once, the blue box can’t cross the sundering seas of Time that lie between love. There is one thing death can give her and She cannot. Just one.

And he pleads and he pleads and he begs, selfish old man that he is, because he knows what’s about to happen, as if it’s already written in stone. Beren and Luthien, he thinks absurdly, looking at the angel. They kill you kindly, and inexorable Mandos was moved…

And Amy makes her choice, chooses a world, and it’s the correct choice, he knows it deep down in his hearts, even though he cries, even though he can’t stop the wail of impotent despair that tears out of him. Because this can’t be real life. It can’t be life if Rory isn’t here.

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In New York, a woman publishes a book. She reads the afterword aloud to her husband and he nods and kisses her.

(Beren and Luthien passed away long ago. There was no forest this time but a city, and they were not that good at singing; but they were still sorrowless).

In the future, a daughter breaks down at last in her office at the University, tired of hiding the damage. She resists the temptation to visit a grandfather who barely knows her, and instead, puts the pieces back together again and travels.
In the future, the friend whom they’ll love always stops. He sits on a lonely cloud and reads the last page again and again until he learns it by heart. One day the universe takes pity, and he obeys the small letters and stops being alone. He’s never alone again until he dies.

(The Elves carried the sorrow, bound to the circles of the world, chained to Time, because their beautiful lives endure as the world endures).

A different man who is still their friend is bored one Tuesday night, (his new, curly-haired human is having a break from all the running and companion-ing), rummages through his endless wardrobes and discovers a cherry-wood, silk-lined box he had forgotten. Inside rests a purple bow tie, alongside a curl of frizzy blond hair, a short Roman dagger, and the yellowing page, carefully folded under a pair of round glasses.

He expects to cry; but he smiles softly instead and runs a reverent hand through them. Estel, he thinks inexplicably. Arda Envinyanta.

Until the world is mended.

Re: On the subject of Tolkien...

(Anonymous) 2018-01-13 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
(I also had the War Doctor reading the entire works of Tolkien in his rare free time; because he desperately needs to believe that in *some* universe there is a war that can be won, that has a happy ending.)

You're welcome! And always at your service.