There. I said it. Now you can judge me, point and laugh, try to tell me that I’m wrong and that I have to change my mind. I’m sorry, but it’s not going to change.
I wanted to like the series. I really did. I listen to all my friends gushing about it and how wonderful it is. But I don’t like it.
I don’t get what all the fuss is about. Maybe I don’t ‘get’ British television. Well, no, that can’t be it – I’ve always liked Monty Python, so what gives? I’ve tried watching my friends’ favorite episodes, but I can’t get into it. I don’t hate the program, mind you, I just don’t see the point. All I see is lousy acting, mediocre writing, and special effects that look like something my younger siblings put together for the comedy tape they used to work on filming.
And I’m okay with campy acting and bad effects. Really! Army of Darkness is one of my favorite movies. But Army of Darkness is only an hour and a half of camp. Not 750+ episodes spanning the course of fifty years.
Right now, this is a difficult phase for me because Doctor Who is insanely popular. It’s everywhere and everyone loves it, except for me. It’s a bit like standing outside in the rain. I’d love to go inside, but inside doesn’t interest me, and where else is there to go? I know it will eventually stop raining, but for now, wet jeans are very uncomfortable.