David Tennant‘s turn as the tenth Doctor in Doctor Who came to a slightly maudlin end last night as BBC America aired the final episode starring the most popular actor to inhabit the role. The show — second of a two-parter called The End of Time — was gripping due to this important event, but ultimately came across as something of an overwrought disappointment. It was too “aware” of its own significance to let itself be a taut Doctor Who adventure.
I suppose a sense of disappointment was inevitable, given the lengthy build-up that spanned the previous three episodes. But I had high hopes after enjoying The End of Time Part 1, which laid the groundwork nicely. In it, we saw the resurrection of the Doctor’s nemesis the Master, who overlaid his image and consciousness onto every human being on earth. Throughout we heard the narration of the Time Lord President, who at the end of the episode announces his intentions to restore the Time Lords. The Doctor and kindly old Wilf had been subdued by the Master, leaving us with a good old fashioned cliff-hanger.
Part Two picks up with the Time Lords, in-council and trapped in the last day of the Time War — an event locked in history from which they know they can’t escape. Led by the bellicose President and informed by the eccentric Prophet, they scheme to prevent their destruction. Only two Time Lords are known to have survived the War — the Doctor and the Master. They decide to use the Master as a lifeline, embedding the maddening four-beat “sound of drums” into his psyche to use as a signal to broadcast beyond the confines of the “time lock” that contains the War.
The Doctor, of course, figures out this plan, and we learn that the Time Lords are not as benevolent as the Doctor’s misty recollections have made them out to be. Indeed, the prospect of their return prompts the pacifist Doctor to pick up a gun, something he has sworn “never” to do.
Without going into too much detail, I can confirm that the Doctor does indeed hear the dreaded “four knocks” that were prophesied to precede his death. They come in a surprising manner, as well, in a clever twist that I hadn’t seen coming.
Unfortunately, this is where the episode became lachrymose, even for this psychic-paper-carrying Who fan. It could have ended pretty tightly right then — but instead the Doctor launched into an uncharacteristic, Garden of Gethsemane rant — Why me? Why now? I had so much more to do!!, etc. We have seen the Doctor face his own demise with cool nobility many times before, so this scenery-chewing spasm seemed very out-of-step. (Contrast this with the demise of the 9th Doctor [Christopher Eccleston], for instance.) And the fact that this may be his true death — not just the prelude to regeneration — doesn’t get him off the hook. The Doctor — even Tennant’s Doctor — has often been willing to march to his annihilation.
The interim between the Doctor’s fatal blows and his regeneration also went against the show’s mythology and continuity. In this instance, regeneration is a lazy, relaxed process that allows the Doctor to mozy around spacetime to “get his reward”… which involves going back and seeing (and saving) a few characters “one last time.” Honestly, it all felt more like an office-party farewell to David Tennant than a proper story. Very self-indulgent and very insensitive to the fourth wall. The time would have been better spent tying up some loose-ish ends, like the identity of “The Woman” or the fate of Donna Noble (though they might be one and the same?)…
The regeneration finally comes, after subjecting us to a painful case of blue-(box)-balls. Matt Smith bursts into the role, and with just a few moments of youthful hyperactivity he rescues the Doctor from the “stations of the cross” treatment we just had to endure. It got me psyched for the new series — I think this will be an energetic shot in the arm for Doctor Who, just as the the J.J. Abrams film was for Star Trek.
Don’t get me wrong — I loved the Tennant years as much as anyone — I just think the farewell could have been handled with a bit more dignified restraint. The Doctor is dead, long live the Doctor!