It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
I was going to spend the downtime between seasons four and five of Breaking Bad
by watching The Wire
. I needed something to fill in my dark places after all.
Then a strange thing happened. I couldn't connect to HBO Go on the iPad one day at lunch so I touched the icon for Netflix. I flipped through the recommendations and stopped on Doctor Who
I'm sure Matt's hearty recommendation
had something to do with me hitting play, but I can never be sure.
I'd never been a Doctor Who
fan. I'd tried the series a couple of times in the pre-cable, all British programming appears on PBS, Tom Baker days and it didn't work for me. In an age of Star Wars
and Star Trek
, Doctor Who
seemed too...public access.
This, well, this was different. Christopher Eccleston, clad in a black leather jacket, proceeded to turn me into a fan. Thanks to Netflix, I was able to binge watch through the first two seasons of the revived series.
Then a strange thing happened. One afternoon, I was watching Gridlock
(Season 3, Episode 3) when C walked into the house to ask me a question. He stopped cold when he saw one of the Sisters of Plenitude
. I think thing he completely forgot his question when confronted with the Face of Boe
. By the end of the episode, he was sitting next to me on the couch, mesmerized.
It didn't hurt that he recognized David Tennant as Barty Crouch, Jr. from the Harry Potter movies.
I continued my streaming for a week or so more before C, his brother in tow, asked if we could watch another episode. I can't tell you which episode it was, but I can tell you that we've watched every episode since then together.
Their first regeneration was from Tennant to Smith. While I'm solidly a 10th Doctor guy, they seem to gravitate to the more whimsical 11th.
When we finally finished our binge a couple of months ago with the debut of John Hurt's War Doctor, we could hardly wait until November 23...The Day of the Doctor
To fill the time, while my wife was away on a trip, we located a copy of the 1990s Doctor Who
movie and experienced the 8th Doctor over pizza.
Then, last week, there was this:
Yes, the 8th Doctor became the War Doctor. Now, the stage seems to be set for the Time War and an explanation of how we get from the War Doctor to the 9th Doctor.
It really is a giant ball of timey wimey stuff, this show.
The boys, as boys of their age are prone to do, have immersed themselves in the show's characters and mythology. C even got the "Matt Smith flop" haircut before going back to school this year.
We'll be ready for the worldwide simulcast on Saturday. Then we'll wait until Christmas so we can say goodbye to Matt Smith and see exactly what Peter Capaldi's 12th Doctor has in store for us.
The best part?
My best companions and I will do it together.