Sunday, 6 June 2010
Vincent and the Doctor
Fuck me, there's a helpline for people being stalked by invisible aliens? The announcement at the end of the Richard Curtis foray into Who-dom was the only thing that stuck in mind from what proved, after all, to be utter Tee-deeum. Potentially one of the best new aliens yet? Kill it with a chair leg. So now you've made the script redundant, what to do with the rest of the advenure? Take van Gogh to 2010 and have him accept it as if he were taking a hay-ride. Throw in a totally inappropriate musical overlay and a lovey cameo from Bill Nighy and what do you have? Richard Curtis indulging himself. Gods, he couldn't even take the time to think up a proper title. Should I ever end up doing a DW - an unlikely scenario, I admit - I think it might call it 'The Doctor and Amy go for a Ride in a Big Blue Box'.