So I've just watch The Angels take Manhattan and I feel just a tiny bit broken. I know there are fangirls and boys that are completely broken at the moment. The thing is while I know how awesome and how skilled Steven Moffat is at making people break. I was still not expecting it at all to effect me.
But damn it that man is talented.
Seriously I was rather sick of the Ponds, never much of fan of them really, I was looking forward to them leaving/dying. Hell I've been annoying my best friend about their fate since the new season started. Always slightly disappointed when they suddenly appeared alive and well by the end of the episode. I cried though, not a lot, watching those last moments I had tears in my eye. They managed to sneak up on me just like a Weeping Angel. I did indeed have "Damn it, Moffat" (in the same way Brad Majors proclaims "Damn it Janet") on my lips after it was over. I think it probably has to be one of the best Farewells a companion/s has ever had.
It's so finial, we know they're happy with each other, and the Doctor was devastated. And they're not the Ponds are no more (in a lot of ways).
I suppose I should talk about the rest of the episode, I know a rather backwards review, well these just all my feels really. I loved the whole book thing, a old ploy but still a favourite. Always being reminded about the rules of times through out the ep, just hamming it all in. Last page is always the best.
God, I can't write about this anymore. I feel sort of numb. I'll just say it was one of the best Doctor Whos, my favourite is still The Girl in the Fireplace (another example of Moffat ability to break hearts). I'm off to watch Companions last scenes off youtube. Don't worry, I'll be fixed by next week.
We're back to magic and fantasy.