to Weth and shared here because it sums up quite succinctly one more reason I love the classic series more than the new series (David Tennant notwithstanding, until his Doctor goes all God-complex on us and forgetting the fact that Catherine Tate was not to be seen in any of the classic serials):
Just a really quick good morning and how are you and yes, I saw “The End of Time” and seriously? I know I’m so stuck in the classic series that I may never see the light of day, so this won’t come as a shock. I CANNOT STAND JOHN SIMM’S MASTER. That’s pretty much what killed the show for me. Please, please bring back Roger Delgado or even Anthony Ainley in a pinch. But John Simm? He needs to go away. Very, very far away. Okay, so Delgado is dead and wow, so is Ainley, but dude. Even so. I’m just sayin’.
Also, I’d like to point out Geoffrey Beever’s turn as The Master, since he’s not John Simm and he’s been married to Caroline John (LOVE) for-fucking-ever. Hmmm. I’m going to have to watch that serial…maybe over the long weekend sometime.
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Not familiar with John Simm’s performance, but he looks far too young to be convincing as the Master. Delgado and Ainley, with their greying heads, wore well the air of treachery and malice practiced and refined over centuries.
Simm looks like a snotty nosed punk who’d curl up and cry with the first punch.
Go on, Mickel, biff him one!
Ah, but they compensated for his youth by making him completely batshit insane! He also shoots lightning from his hands and eats people.
It’s impossibly moronic.
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Gregory – I think you’re spot on with your assessment of Simm’s Master and the comparison between Delgado/Ainley and Simm. But the whole curling up and crying would only be when he’s off his anti-batshit crazy meds. =)
Wes – He’s like frickin’ Hannibal fucking Lecter, almost. That’s the only thing I could think of while watching “TEoT” – well, that and wondering if Delgado/Ainley/Pertwee were rolling around in their graves. Seriously. But WILF! I LOVE WILF!!!
He eats people? Like Sylar, going for evolved brains? Or just whoever happens to be passing by?
I take it all back. It’s the producer at the BBC who needs the punching.
I tend to focus more on the performer than the producer/director, probably because they’re out in front of the camera, so I never think to look to RTD or anyone else for that matter who may be the real criminal behind the characters/stories.
Of course, I also think tv programs are filmed in order, meaning Scene 1 is always done before Scene 2, which is done before Scene 3, and so forth and so on. This leads to too much time spent contemplating continuity issues, like a certain companion and her crazy-changing ginger hair length. =)
Well the performer is certainly at fault for acting out the awfulness, but it’s the people behind the scenes that made them do it — so I tend to place the blame on them. But then I tend to come at things from a scripting angle anyway and am a very poor judge of actual acting ability, so that makes sense. :)
And yes, Gregory, the Master ate people in that episode. He cackled madly, screamed loudly, leapt high into the air, descended upon them, and left scorched skeletons upon his table. Just random passersby — his resurrection went kinda wrong, so he required excessive life energy or something.
It was all so incredibly stupid, and I blame Davies for writing it!
True. I’m just better at placing the blame at the feet of those I can see, I suppose. Simm does act pretty well as a crazy insane son of a bitch, don’t he? =) So yeah, RTD! SONS OF BITCHES, BUMPUSSES!
Wes, that just sounds so stupid as to make me glad I drifted away from the show after Tom Baker.
On another note entirely I don’t know what a bumpuss is, and I’m afraid of what the Urban Dictionary might reveal.
HA! It’s a line from “A Christmas Story,” when the old man finally has enough of the neighbors (the Bumpusses) and mutters the classic line. Similar to how I’d convinced myself Caroline John was in “Sherlock Holmes,” I have gotten it into me thick head that the old man raises his fist and shakes it menacingly in the general direction of his neighbors. Alas, upon rewatching it over Christmas, I was disabused of that notion.
How is your WP blog coming along? Wasn’t this the week you were going to work on it?
Well, since you ask, the opening post has been posted.
http://gregoryno6.wordpress.com/
More will be added in the next 48 hours,