The last five minutes of The End of Time had me just staring open-mouthed in amazement at the TV, as this … no, THIS … no, no, THIS … became the most amazing cliffhanger of all. Which certainly makes one hell of a change from the usual Christmas episode where I switch off feeling slightly cheap, used, and disappointed.
- It took a VERY long time to get going, and for the plot to kick in. Almost as if it was a one-episode idea stretched to breaking point…
- On the other hand, those final scenes with John Simm will have my Simm-loving friends in an absolute state of frenzy. They’re probably still frothing at the mouth
- Then again, what they’ve done with the Time Lords will have most Whovians frothing at the mouth, I fear…
- I must also apologise to my friends Linus, Graham and Ty – who have often said that RTD must re-visit the Time war at some point, at which point I say that he’d never do it because it’d be far too confusing and weird for non-fans. What does the BBC do? Schedule the episode about the Time War on the biggest day of the year – New Years’ Day. Egg. Face.
- Wouldn’t it be rather daft for Joshua Naismith, the man who built his riches on technological fortunes, to write a book called Fighting The Future?
- The speech about death didn’t have me at all. Maybe I was just too bloated.
- It’s such a shame that the return of the mythical Time Lords basically has six people sitting around a slightly fancy table from Habitat
Plot-holes galore include:
- The Resurrection of the Master. Really. On one hand, how did they get BBC One to show something straight out of the Hammer House of Horrors? On the other hand, “you think you’ve got a magic potion? But a-ha, even though I’ve been trapped in a jail cell for a year, I’ve got another secret potion!”
- And how could a religious devil cult form around a British Prime Minister?
- So you’re Joshua Naismith, a technological genius and multi-billionaire. Your daughter is a proud member of a religious devil cult. Would you really want to give her immortality? And what makes you think an alien race that couldn’t stop itself crashing into a Welsh mountain can create such a thing?
- You’re an alien race that thinks it can create immortality devices, but can’t stop yourself crashing into the side of a Welsh mountain. Why would you build such a device that works on a planetary scale?
- I’m a resurrected evil genius of a Time Lord, and I’ve managed to make 4 billion carbon copies of myself. Now what? We can’t all be the evil devilish leader who concocts a new plan. Some of us will have to don rubber gloves and clean out those filthy engines before we can create a new Space Army…
But as I said, for 30 minutes after that cliffhanger, I was just a-gog. Mouth like a goldfish, endlessly flapping going ‘What… ?’