I’ve seen a total of three and a half Dr. Who episodes in my life. This is entirely the fault of my friend Paul, who’s been following the Doctor for as long as I’ve known him.
First was the one where everybody has gas masks stuck on their faces. Second was the Van Gogh one. And then last night, I saw “Blink,” the episode that introduced the Weeping Angels.
The gas masks were okay. The Van Gogh one was very good. “Blink” was brilliant.
God help me, I think I may be turning into a Dr. Who fan.
Wikipedia informs me that the list of Whovians includes Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, Peter Jackson, George Lucas, Joss Whedon, Patrick Stewart, Neil Gaiman, Stephen King, Jimmy Wales, Matt Groening, Tom Hanks, and Bob Dylan. It’s hard to argue with an invitation to a club like that.
One Dr. Who fan not listed on Wikipedia is my dad. He used to be a Doctor devotee before I was born, and he’s told me several times about the cheesy effects, the cheesy acting, the cheesy dialogue, and the genuine emotion that somehow transcends the cheese factory. Somehow we never did watch an episode together (our focus being more on Star Trek and Babylon 5), but apparently the fascination is genetic.
Anyone else out there dabbled with the Doctor?