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[dreamer_easy]

Voyage of the Damned is better than I remembered, too. Lightweight, as the specials tend to be, but some gorgeous images and a cracking cast (Kylie's great, and Tennant's performance gives the weaker material one hell of a boost). As with the Master trilogy, fandom made it all but impossible to enjoy the story at the time. With that taste of ashes no longer in my mouth, it was a pleasure to just watch it for itself. (Jon provided commentary in the form of reading out funny bits from Writer's Tale. :)

Mr. Copper says: "Of all the people to survive, he's not the one you would have chosen, is he? But if you could chose, Doctor, if you could decide who lives and who dies - that would make you a monster."

Ohhhhhh shit.

(Although of course I'm still waiting for the line about becoming a vengeful god to pay off.)

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[kateorman.livejournal.com]

Oh, I get it - because it's set on Boxing Day! And they have to climb up the Christmas tree, and all that.

... no, it's still weird. I suppose there are only so many times everyone can sit through "Jesus Christ Superstar".

Possibly the inclusion of Buckingham Palace is a cheeky wave at the Queen's Christmas Message, too. :D

[pbristow.livejournal.com]

"I suppose there are only so many times everyone can sit through "Jesus Christ Superstar"."

That one's for Easter, silly! The rule at Christmas is that everybody dies *except* the sweet ickle baby Jesus. =:o} (And therefore, it's officially Not 'Ose (http://www.last.fm/music/Erica+Neely/_/Not+Everybody+Dies).)

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

idk The Ten Commandments then???

[pbristow.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm... Maybe on a weekday morning, sometime during the week between Christmas and New year.

On Christmas Day/Boxing Day, we're far more likely to get Pratchett's "Hogfather". =:o}

[pbristow.livejournal.com]

OK, I guess I can reveal the truth. The barrage of classic blockbuster movies on our screens every Christmas is a secret government exercise in population control. The theory is that while we're watching Ernest Borgnine drowning / Bond trashing yet another evil villain's lair / Bruce Willis lacerating his feet inside a doomed skyscraper, we can't be murdering our annoying relatives (with whom we're being forced to spend three whole days) or out crashing our cars into each other under the influence of the combined seasonal ethanol and calorie overdoses.

But don't tell anyone I told you so...