Red Right Hand: MEDICAL/DOCTOR PLAY-ON-WORDS-TYPE TITLE GOES HERE...OH, HEY...HOW ABOUT "THE DOCTOR IS IN!" THAT'S FRESH AND CLEVER, RIGHT?
*He is not a secret agent. Not at all.

 

MEDICAL/DOCTOR PLAY-ON-WORDS-TYPE TITLE GOES HERE...OH, HEY...HOW ABOUT "THE DOCTOR IS IN!" THAT'S FRESH AND CLEVER, RIGHT?

So, with the somewhat uneven last half of the third season of Battlestar Galactica over and leaving us until next year to get an answer that eternal question of the ages (that question being "What the fuck?"), there's a hole in my Sunday night viewing. That's where the BBC comes in.

Doctor Who season three has begun (not on SciFi, I'm sure you can figure it out). As usual, the first episode is an easy jumping on point, has maximum scifi weirdness and the appropriate quotient of cheese. It's also got a new companion in the form of Martha Jones (Freema Agyeman). I dig her. She's smart. She's hawt. I never want to see her family again.

Also, personal bonus to me in the form of Roy Marsden as a guest star. Greg Rucka had recommended The Sandbaggers to me some years ago (as I imagine he does to many people). I tracked down the DVDs of this late 70s/early 80s British espionage series and it became an immediate favorite. Marsden starred as Neil Burnside, spy chief and asshole. Was he well utilized in the episode ("Smith and Jones")? Not so much, but still. Coolness.

Next week, The Doctor and Martha meet Shakespeare. And there's an episode coming up titled "42." That's got to be dipped in awesome sauce. And ZOMG! That's who's playing The Master!?!?!
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