Doctor Who care is not an emotion, but a promise


Oh, the trials of being a Gwyneth or a McConaughey. It’s so disturbing to be born beautiful in important families! So brutal that they say all over social media that they fought twice as hard… twice as hard as what? Like in their past lives?

Writers make their living by telling stories. The place and importance of the birth does not help. Writing certainly does not require physical beauty.

I’m going to take a break while you make your own jokes here.

Clever doodlers are drawn, magnetically, to the endless fantasy of a British show that first ran from 1963 to 1989, then returned in 2005 with a reboot based on the original. It’s been about 45 years of “Doctor Who”, which, unlike WoodersGoop, has lived through and experienced many educational regenerations.

It’s about intellect and wisdom, romance and beauty, hard work and compassion, and their ultimate triumphs over violence, hate, brutality, cynicism and betrayal.

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The protagonist is not a king, nor a god, nor a superman, but a sage with variable and unspecified knowledge. The Doctor – the name of the double-hearted time lord remains a mystery; the running joke is that newcomers all ask “Doctor who?” — does not bear arms. He carries a sonic screwdriver, a tool to open, investigate, repair.

The Doctor arrives flying, not in spandex and cape, but an oblong box that says “Help” on the side; not a cry, but a promise. This box, a time and space machine, can be seen on Google Maps at 232 Earls Court Road, London, SW5 9RD. Click on Street View and 360 to open. The TARDIS looks a little bigger on the inside.

“At best, ‘Doctor Who’ is a fairy tale, with fairy tale logic about that wonderful man in that big blue box who, at the start of every story, lands somewhere where there’s a problem” , said Neil Gaiman, one of those who wrote for and about the doctor.

Gaiman said that before the current and soon-to-be-passed incarnation, the 13th, by Jodie Whitaker, the first female actor to step into the Doctor’s eccentric fashions: fez, bow ties, extravagant scarves and hats, coats supple, oversized boots, Bay Pants City Rollers and…well, clownish looks, as part of the deception. The Doctor may seem completely silly, silly, downright out of his mind, but turns out to be bigger on the inside.

Part of the fun with each regeneration, as the Doctor’s memories mostly prolong – morphic resonance – occurs when personalities veer, according to the actor.

For example, David Tennant played the somewhat disheveled, somewhat sleazy, devious and charming Doctor. Very Tennant-y. Floppy looks good on the 11th Doctor – much like the Chicago band albums, the Doctor is differentiated by numbers – because it has the right body for menswear: that of a high hanger.

Most of the time, the doctor solves problems with quick and diligent know-how; other times stumbling upon a solution, aided by usually human companions. Like Data, Pinocchio or The Death of Terry Pratchett, the Doctor is fascinated by humanity and trains specimens. He becomes a little lonely otherwise, and without such a presence tends to drift into the melancholy of a 2,000-year-old loner who is not only revered, but feared, for compelling reasons, throughout the universe.

The show is almost pathologically non-violent, even when serious issues arise that might seem to benefit from a timely bop on the beezer. Yet it’s still adventure, a wavering, time-consuming quest to keep the perfect from becoming the enemy of the good.

It’s closer to the optimism of “Star Trek” than the juvenile sagas of “Star Wars” (and the like), which turn 98.4% into fights with lasers about religion, on planets 98.5% dust, which makes you wonder just why people yearn to farm dirt, but let’s not drag logic into an epic that doesn’t convincingly show anyone enjoying life or reveling in it. beauty and wonder. I mean, in Gotham City, you can at least have neon lights, running water, and dinner without squirming, tucked away in bizarrely baroque architecture.

“Doctor Who” relies even less on bang-pow than “Star Trek.” The Doctor relies on the mind, and perhaps on evasion, this ability to literally travel anywhere in space and time. The story’s potential is therefore limited only by the writers’ imaginations and production budgets. The sets and effects have improved dramatically since the ’60s, with the embarrassing exception of the robotic, obsessive, violent Daleks and, uh, the robotic, obsessive, violent Cybermen, but I guess you have to include them in “Doctor Who “, for nostalgia-sick.

The Doctor stings pretenses from demagogues, braggarts, and braggarts of all stripes. Steven Moffatt, one of the show’s most brilliant and frequent writers: “What good would this job be if I couldn’t come up with some of the craziest scenes I’ve ever had in my head since I’ve been a For him to stand there and pull the mickey out of all those monsters… is just extremely exciting.

Although generally benevolent, the Doctor is no saint; it could get boring. Peter Capaldi’s 12th threatens to punch Robin Hood in the face, but to be fair, this archer from Sherwood half smiled. Matt Smith’s 11th has a clumsy demeanor that proves a carefully layered tackle over controlled, pacified darkness.

In “A Good Man Goes to War”, the 11th says, “I want people to call you ‘Colonel Run Away.’ I want the kids to laugh outside your door because they found Colonel Run Away’s house, and when people come up to you and ask you if trying to reach me through PEOPLE I LOVE is somehow a good idea, I want you to tell them your name….

“Good men don’t need rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many.”

It is suggested that the word doctor, which means healer, sage, comes from ancient memories; yet in places in the universe it means mighty warrior.

Armed or unarmed, you’ll want to stay on the Doctor’s sunny side. Like the sonic screwdriver, it’s not always precisely good, but it’s almost always useful.

In one of his finest hours, the two-part “Dark Water”/”Death in Heaven”, the 12th literally walks through hell and high water to rescue his companion Clara from devastation. Their friendship nearly breaks, as in her pain, she horrifically betrays the Doctor. While this incarnation is perhaps the crunchiest, played with a crisp snap and snark by Capaldi, he claims, “Do you think I care so little about you that betraying me would make a difference?” Such devotion is especially touching, puns are always on purpose, as the 12th Doctor doesn’t dig contact: “Never trust a hug. It’s just a way to hide your face.”

These episodes, written by Moffatt – also notable for the dazzling BBC “Sherlock,” starring Beneficent Cummerbund and that hobbit – play with the back and forth of their friendship. Capaldi pulls away almost in disgust at Jenna Coleman’s adorable face, wrapping a running gag over her large, often tearful brown peepers: “Stop it with your eyes. Don’t do it with your eyes! How do you do that anyway? It’s like they’re puffing up!”

Later, he tells Clara, in what could be a 45-year-old mission statement, “Be skeptical and judgmental. Be strong even if it breaks your heart.”

He also says “Love is not an emotion. It is a promise.”

A lot of people don’t experience that. They only feel “love” when they like someone. Narcissism: You make me feel good, so I love you!


Not that making others feel good isn’t a decent Go.

Such false companions break the promise of love on the road to broken hearts. They betray horribly, tearing cracks that even a sonic screwdriver couldn’t mend.

But as with fairy tales, fantasy and other fiction, we are careful not only to recognize who we really are, imperfect, frantic and talkative, but who we COULD be, assuming joy, intellect, l appreciation, kindness, mercy. ..

All those goofy notions we believe in, things that don’t actually exist, at least not until you get to the scene of a problem and feed them. Doctor you and me.

Contact Tusk editor Mark Hughes Cobb at [email protected], or call 205-722-0201.


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