“The Doctor’s Wife” – Review: Redux
Idris “It’s me. I’m the TARDIS.”
Doctor “No, you’re not. You’re a bitey mad lady. The TARDIS is up and downy stuff in a big blue box.”
Idris “Yes, that’s me. A type 40 TARDIS. I was already a museum piece when you were young. And the first time you touched my console, you said…”
Doctor “I said you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever known.”
Idris “Then you stole me. And I stole you.”
It is easy to chuck criticism around on the internet. For us bloggers, to sit in our darkened rooms fiercely tapping away at keyboards to spread our vitriol around the web to anyone willing to listen every time something happens that raises our heckles one iota above our arbitrary safe levels, it is second nature. At least, that is how it can appear. Secure in our anonymity and with ultimate control of our little corners of the world wide web that we call home pages, it is sometimes all too easy to criticise. We are spurred on by our heroes of criticism like Charlie Brooker and Mark Kermode who are both brilliant in their own way and highly professional in what they do, but they have turned acerbic commentary into an art form of the spoken word to which far too many of us seem to aspire. Is it really so much easier to produce entertaining critiques when you take a stance firmly against your chosen subject matter? Continue reading
