"Knock,Knock."
"Whos There"
"Its Me."
"Me Who?"
"You Know Who."
And by jingo, we do. A New Doctor with a familiar face. A lovely familiar old face. And hes not alone. Some old friends have reappeared to join him, to help him, and him to help them. The heroes journey begins once more. Well, you know how it goes. There is even a new Rose. Whos also got a lovely face and a heroic journey of her own to go on.
And The Star Beast gets the on screen outing it already seemed to have in the theatre of my mind. Thats how powerful the old Doctor Who Weekly stories were. They may have been told in a different medium, a sister medium, so to speak, but their power persists after decades. Blooming well hats off to Pat Mills, John Wagner and Dave Gibbons. Absolute Genius, each one. And thanks to Russel T Davis millions got to discover this too.
As before The Doctor and Doctor charisma leapt off the television screen. How on Earth do they manage to go from making you laugh to making you cry in just moments? Its some power certain actors possess. Its unearthly. An unearthly charm?
Dark Saturday nights with Doctor Who.
What a beautiful thing.
