Excellent kick-off to the new season of doctor who last night, including a fascinating new depth to the Daleks and a wonderful stand-alone story about some of the Doctor’s companions.
For my review, I’m first going to get the most obvious and objectionable part of the ongoing tale of the Ponds out of the way: Amy needs plots that have nothing to do with her vagina. I’m usually a defender of Moffat’s women, but even I have to admit that this is getting ridiculous. Most of women’s lives have nothing to do with their sexuality and childbearing abilities, as Oswin demonstrates in the same episode. Amy needs new stuff, and she needs it ASAP.
Now that that’s said, I’m going to focus on a far more interesting aspect of the episode: the construction of masculinity. This is a boy’s show, but unlike many boy’s shows it takes conflicting ideas of masculinity seriously.
The Doctor is at his most broody-asshole-hero in this episode, snapping at the desperate woman who called him and even been a bit mean to the Ponds. The reason for this is not immediately clear, until you realize that this is what being in hiding has done to our Doctor. He’s been without companions for a ridiculous amount of time. He’s escaped all the consequences of his actions, which have been borne instead by the people he loves. He’s wandering around the universe and, by necessity, avoiding all connections with anyone in order to maintain his cover.
Losing your connection with people is the theme of this episode. The Daleks are the ultimate in connected, sharing a telepathic web that links all their minds, but at the same time each is utterly alone, trapped in their individual shells. In contrast, each of the three humans in the episode falls back on their real, broken connections with the people they love in order to stay themselves. Oswin and her mother, Amy and Rory, all have to hold on to each other to maintain their senses of self.
The Doctor is now the free ultra-masculine hero, but unlike Oswin, Rory, and Amy, he seems profoundly unhappy. He is still capable of love, but he is casting it off as dangerous, as a burden. It’s just him and the TARDIS now, with no strays, and it’s in danger of making him as isolated as the Daleks.
The Doctor may rejoice in his anonymity, dancing around chanting the show’s title, but the more people who forget him, the more creatures and races who lose him, who lose that part of themselves to which the Doctor is essential, the more the Doctor is in danger of losing the part of himself that is human. If he’s not more careful, we’re going to lose him.