So, here we are. The end of Series 10. That’s it. No more Saturday night Twelfth Doctor. The last time we’ll see Peter Capaldi as the Twelfth Doctor will be on a Monday. It’s a weird thought, but that’s Christmas for you. Bill is dead. Missy is dead. The Master is dead. The Twelfth Doctor is nearly dead. Nardole is seemingly trapped on a doomed ship. Moffat, you made it bleak.
One Doctor. Two Masters. Patients. Cybermen. The death of a companion. A blue man. A blue box. Crisps. A chance of redemption. An impossible spaceship. A black hole. Timey-wimeyness. What more could you possibly want from an episode of Doctor Who?
This week we went back in time to see some Scots and some Italians who were at war, not with one another, but with a common extraterrestrial foe. Considering that GallifreyArchive is all about me, what did I think of the tenth episode of Series 10, The Eaters of Light?
Mark Gatiss returned yet again with a script that is distinctively Gatiss; we had Victorians, we had Mars, we had Ice Warriors and their queen, and most importantly, we had Alpha Centauri. What did I think of Gatiss’ latest episode, Empress of Mars?
So the Monk trilogy is now over. You know that I loved Extremis, you know that I was on the fence in regards to The Pyramid At The End of The World, but how did I feel about the closing episode, The Lie of The Land? Let’s find out, shall we?
Ah, The Pyramid At The End of The World, with your long title and your place as the filling in the Monk trilogy sandwich. Just what did I think about you? Well, it was this…
Ah, Extremis. You were certainly the most devise episode of Series 10 to date. But all that matters here is what I think. After all, it’s my site and you chose to come here. So, what was my take on Extremis?
