The previous season, Peter Capaldi’s first in the leading role, was a hit and miss affair, but it did rather end on a high note with Michelle Gomez’s fantastic “Missy” (The Mistress… As in, The Master, but female. Geddit? -Ed) as the perfect villainous counterpoint for Capaldi’s mad Scotsman. One of the finest climaxes, in fact, since the BBC resurrected the series.
This, though, is the difficult second album of the Twelfth Doctor. In some ways a little more hopeful that it might be a little smoother this time around, given that the episodes here have all been specifically written for the Capaldi, rather than Matt Smith’s leftovers.
And, having had a glance down the episode list, it looks to me like the episodes are actually structured as a series of two-part stories. Which, from my perspective, sounds great. What we need from this new Doctor is some exploration of the particular character of this incarnation. And Capaldi is just crying out for a darker, grittier sort of Doctor.
Somehow the final episode of Peter Capaldi’s first season as the Doctor is upon us. Already.
It got off to a shaky start, I’ll admit, but I do think it has grown into the new leading man. As a complete break from the previous styles, it was going to take a while for the writing to adjust to a new, brusquer Doctor.
It has, though. Grown into it. There have been some truly outstanding episodes this season, and it has managed to give Clara’s stunted character development some life. Not to mention that the Doctor’s new grumpy seriousness hasn’t, as some suspected it would, robbed the series of its light-hearted fantastical edge.
But it all comes down to this. If the last episode is a dud, then it could well destroy much of what has been built. The set up last episode was good, but then it always is. I am not, though, typically a fan of series resolutions with Doctor Who. But with a different Doctor, maybe we’re in for something new?