Time Can Be Rewritten: The Day of the Doctor
An infinitely more interesting examination of ‘The Day of the Doctor’ and the interplay between the Moffat and Davies eras of Doctor Who than my paltry rants. By the very clever Philip Sandifer, who has written a lot of books if you like this sort of thing.
So, this is definitely a Sunday post, it just happens to be on Tuesday. Don’t be fooled. I watched American Fiction on the weekend. I liked it a lot – it drew emotionally engaging characters efficiently (I was really drawn into the friendship of Monk and his sister Lisa, even
I haven’t really watched, or finished reading, anything this week, so let’s talk Doctor Who, which is one month away from the new season. It’s been a while since I discussed it here, so let’s do a quick recap of what I’ve skipped: * Season 9:
I’ve looked at the reviews around the place, and as far as I can see, if you read the book first, you’re very down on Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining, and if you didn’t, you think it’s a masterpiece.[1] I read the book earlier this
I was recommended What the Duck the other week and so far, I’m really enjoying it. It’s hard to go past an episode about how snakes have two clitorides.[1] Ann Jones is a pleasure to listen to, though I think I’ll need to slow down my