Uncertain times, but you can still count on a Doctor to sort you out, and we’re all eager to help spread his or her cheer
Some of those involved with The Doctor’s many adventures, from Steven Moffat, to Chris Chibnall, to Jodie Whitaker, have all done their part to raise spirits and reassure the citizens of planet Earth that darkness never prevails (but you can rely on the miserable ‘not my doctor’ lot to spin Jodie and Chibs’ contributions to suit their vindictive agendas…the souless cretins) . and now it’s the turn of the man who restarted it all, Russel T. Davies, who. in addition to publishing a lost short story written back in 2013, will be live-tweeting today as we are all encouraged to gather ’round our computers and televisions to enjoy the first episode of a renewed tv institution…’Rose’, as Nu Who celebrates it’s 15th year of existence today.
The last decade plus has seen the show go through some shakedowns…RTD’s era had it’s triumphs and letdowns, Moffat had it’s letdowns and triumphs, Chibs has seen letdowns…and further letdowns, though a few bright sparks have come of it (Dawan’s Master is a highlight, and Thraham, whether Chibs is in favour of it or not, seems to be catching on a bit thanks in no small part to my modest efforts), but for a revival to have lasted this long, and in many cases outlast other revivals, is nothing short of remarkable and attests to the staying power of DW’s potential as an outlet for strong and creative ideas.
And it’s such creativity that is presently fuelling the show’s attempts to stay relevant after the Timeless Children revelations proved it’s most supreme test of cultural stability. Fans are as divided as any other human being is over our first and third world problems, not sure whether they should stay loyal, fight for a better product, or not challenge anything and just consume. In a phase of human history where Mother Nature or God has just about had their fill of our behaviour and is testing us like never before, it’s sad to see the show struggle to unite the fans even with the best of intentions.
Still, you’re not here to read about what I think of the fans, or the world, you’re here to watch ‘Rose’ like the rest of us…and so I offer you, as a fan who understands the frustrations of many, a choice
You can either watch ROSE: EIGHT TO NINE, a previous edit I made some years back which sees Paul McGann regenerate into Christopher Eccleston, and enjoy an ending where Nine leaves Rose well behind and heads towards new, forever unseen alternative adventures…
…Or you can sit back, let the world’s problems slip by you, embrace your Nu-Who nostalgia entirely, and let an enhanced special edition re-edit of Rose take you on the trip of a lifetime.
This edit makes use of shots and sequences from the 2005 TV Spot “The Trip of A Lifetime”, the only real changes come just before the shopping mall is destroyed (I inserted shots of The Doctor running away from the ball of flame) and the rest of it makes up the brand new ending.
You can stay at home, you can make chips, or you can come with him, relive your glory days as a fan knowing those days may never come again, or become a fan again
The fourth knock was what stirred Grant from his slumber. He figured he needed a doorbell. And soon.
He got off his chair, placed his feet in his slippers, and opened the door to find his neighbour Eve.
“Hey, fancy nipping out for a walk?” she asked.
“Do you know what time it is?” he said.
“Oh don’t remind me of the time, I have plenty of it. Far too much to spare” she said
“Yeah, but…what about the pandemic?”
“Pandemic?” Eve replied, an eyebrow rose in curiosity.
“Don’t you watch the news?” Grant asked, a little perplexed.
“Not if I can help it too”
“You’d best keep indoors; you’re not safe out there. Nobody is”
“I’ve never seen clearer skies, this must be doing a lot for the environment. I always said you should pay attention to what the kids are saying at these protest rallies. Modest little planeteers”
Grant opted to humour Eve with some commentary of his own.
“Yeah, well if you ask me, this was Mother Earth’s way of letting us know exactly what it’s thought of all the divisions going on in the world. Cartoon Presidents, Brexit, litterbugs, the lot of it. This is all a reaction to how split down the middle the human race is. If you want to sort it out in a biblical sense, this is God grounding us”
“Well, maybe God sent me along to remind you there’s something for us all to explore. I can’t imagine a more peaceful world than the one we have right now”
“You really are a day late and an hour later on everything that’s gone on aren’t you?” Grant said, permitting himself a warm and contented smile, his spirits already lifted.
“If this is what’s ahead of me, we need to put our best feet forward behind us” she said.
Grant let out a hearty laugh, this was the final bit of convincing he needed, and he headed back inside to fetch his coat.
I recently rewatched WhoFlix’s edit of this episode, looking to see what he had done here that I could differently, he had used all five instalments of the minisode series Pond Life as well as the DVD exclusive Asylum prequel to create an extensive pre-title sequence. I came away from the edit thinking not all of Pond Life ought to have been used, particularly the nonsense with the Ood on the Loo and his housekeeping role, or the bits that led into Dinosaurs on a Spaceship.
I made the decision to use the first and the last of the Pond Life shorts, in this case reversing them in order so as to create a brand new ending for the episode. The months that date the shorts can easily be interpreted as being part of a prior year and the early stages of the next, seeing as no actual year is specified.
-Added Pond Life episode 5. Removed credits at the end
-Titles now come after Amy says she needs The Doctor.
-Asylum prequel plays after the titles
-Narration and shots of the Dalek statue from the original pre-titles of Asylum have been cut
-First few moments with Oswin removed to omit producer and director credits
-Episode carries on as normal until we see The Doctor operating the console uttering the words “Doctor Who?”
-First episode of Pond Life plays
A little late, but since everyone on social media is rewatching this story, please sit back and enjoy, again, my extended “Night and Day” cut of Day of the Doctor (not my renegade cut, this is just the regular “Day” with “Night” attached)
Over to you Duncan…
Stay safe, keep clean, and don’t wash your hands of each other.
Unfortunately, I have had to remove the Picard edits I put together, as I was notified of a DMCA violation. Hopefully you nabbed them in time.
I OWE YOU AN ICE SLIDE
You have one new message
Hi, Amanda? Erika, Erika Temple from the fourth circle? We used to be in the third, but we got tired of coming in second place. Well, I say I got tired, but we both know I was just following your lead and you wound up dragging me through the mud when they identified your clan as the source of the circle uprising that occurred that year. I owe you a visit from the Luminous Triad.
I know you probably don’t have a quarter or half an hour to spare as it what with the resistance freeing up the boarders four days ago, but I wanted to talk about Billy for a little bit, I feel I have to get it off my chest now or it’s just going to linger in my mind all summer, and it’s going to intervene with my attempts to quieten the rebels on my home turf at iron towers. That’s the imperial citadel, not the theme park. Yes, I know the park came first; in fact that’s kind of what I wanted to bring up.
So I was just coming out of the shower at Iron Towers the other day, put on my wardrobe, multiple layers just to keep warm around the late stages of winter as it passes, and I find my guards have brought someone right up to my doorstep. A member of the resistance! Gift-wrapped. And sent to me. Count me lucky.
““Hi” says the prisoner
“Did she send you?” I ask.
“I don’t know”
“She kind of had to, y’know”
“Maybe she did”
I noticed he looked like he hadn’t eaten in a couple of days.
“Have you been fed? You don’t look so good”
“I ate a pickle before I got here”
And I said “Ewww”
“You don’t like pickles either?” he asked
“My dad never did”
“Your dad was kind of mean”
“Yeah, I guess”
“I don’t mean to be rude about your family, it’s just…that’s what Karen’s always telling me”
“Ah” I said, “So she did send you. Guards, interrogate him”
“Is that going to hurt?” he asked.
“Nah, you’ll be fine, we have an interrogator called John, he cuts up sandwiches, drinks coffee, listens to Whitesnake, he’s fine”
“Whenever we interrogate one of yours, there’s a lot of shouting”
“Wait, are you…”
“Yeah, I think I am”
And all of a sudden, I forgot I had ordered the separation of a dozen or so Resistance Clansman from all sectors from their families. Suddenly I was the age where I’d only ordered that by at least 5%.
Then I recognized him.
“Oh my god, Kimmy’s brother, I haven’t seen you since you were thirteen”
“Yeah, that was three days ago”
“You have to be over seventy now”
“Yeah, I don’t think you can count”
“Age is any number I want it to be, and you’ve gotten so big”
“Thanks, I guess”
“How old is Kimmy now?”
“If I said twelve you wouldn’t believe me”
Then, I swear this just came out the lips before the mind even processed it.
“Hey, you want to nip on down to a water park?”
“Ok, I can talk to you about my inventions”
“You make things? That’s great, can you make me a slide?”
“I can make you a compact; give you some make-up to wear”
And just like that I felt flattered. Ah, the kid’s a genius. He should talk to himself more, all geniuses talk to themselves. Maybe he already does it, it’d explain the confidence. God, I’m so proud of him.
So I tell him, “Ok, don’t talk girly stuff to me, alright? We’re off to a good start here, only my aunt talks about girly things, and I don’t like to listen all that much. Don’t be a man version of my aunt please”
“Alright, I’ll make your slide. Will I still need to be questioned?”
“No, I’ll ask questions while you’re working”
“Can I go home and tell everyone?”
“I don’t think you want to talk about the slide, they might come over and play with it; let’s just make it our slide, OK?”
“I have some bombs with me; I was supposed to use them on the railroad you’re building on the mountain”
“Oh you can still do that, give yourself a cover story”
“Great, great, how long do you want the slide?”
“Tell you what, carve it out of Ice”
“It’s too hot, it’d melt out there”
“OK, build me it in the winter”
“So I owe you it?”
“I also owe you dinner”
I don’t know why that came out the way it did dinner with a resistance member isn’t ok, it’d take plenty of precautions to make that work, but the guy made me feel good y’know? It was nostalgic to see someone from a more uncomplicated time.
Is this word salad to you? I won’t ask you to ring back, you’ll probably just toss the salad straight back at me.
Anyway, got to go, all the best in dealing with the luminous triad in the coming days. I told them not to mix martinis with murder juice but they often make rare exceptions to the rule.