Don't ask me why it took so long for me to start watching Dr. Who. Considering how many of my friends enjoy the show, I should have given it a shot decades ago. But my excuse is a flimsy one: I remembered it scaring me when it came on TV when I was young. So I stayed away.
Only recently did my husband, The Gryphon, convince me to give it a try. I think it was midway through Season 7 of the millennium reboot, and one of the first episodes involved the Weeping Angels, which gave me real sympathy for our son, KFP's, fear of the dark.
Matthew Smith was playing the main role, and I adored his geeky, awkward, humorous take on the Doctor. He will always be my Doctor, and I was mistrusting of the new incarnation, played by Peter Capaldi, but he helped me through thr transition by being initially distrustful of his own face. Brilliant choice, I felt, both in terms of writing ans acting.
In honor of the new season, Season 9 of the reboot, I have been binge watching the reboot episodes, starting with Season 1, starring Christopher Eccleston.
Who is this street tough poser? I wondered after