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Top 5 Reasons to be Excited About Peter Capaldi Becoming the New Doctor

Today, I have a beautifully crafted guest article from BritishCynicism, a good friend of mine. Check his site – here.

Top 5 reasons to be excited about Peter Capaldi becoming the new doctor

I am a huge doctor who fan. Like literally massive. I’ve been watching it for far too long, and have been caring about its characters for even longer (don’t ask how it works), and so now I think I’ve got a pretty good grasp on the whole thing; It’s good points, it’s bad points and its points that we’d rather leave alone in the corner to think about what it’s done (COUGH COUGH Dinosaurs on a spaceship).

Now, I have to admit, I did get pretty damn teary when Matt Smith said his final goodbyes at Christmas, and have been recovering very slowly ever since, but it’s come to the point now where I’m starting to see the positives of this whole situation by looking forward and smiling rather than looking back and hideously weeping and screaming in some sort of weird combination resembling half of the cinema after having to sit through happy feet 2 four times over non-stop. Peter Capaldi has already received some hate since being named as the new doctor, as you would probably expect, but here I am today to tell you that it’s not all that bad, and give you 5 good reasons why Peter Capaldi is a good casting choice as the last of the Time Lords.

  1. He’s older

Despite how many people see this as a major issue concerning the casting, Capaldi’s age ironically allows him to breath fresh new life into the role, and allows a whole different view on the Doctor to be formed now that we have someone who looks closer to the real age of the Doctor, rather than the baby-faced Smith and less-baby-faced-but-still-more-baby-faced-than-Capaldi Tennant. Having this older figure means that his age is more believable and his ravage from time and space and most of the time central Cardiff can actually be shown rather than just imagined. It takes the focus away from jumping about and running around and puts it more on the emotional portrayal of the Doctor himself and you know, his face, which will be nice to see as its something new for the NuWho generation. Hopefully the ‘Run’ line won’t be changed to ‘pout’ though.

  1. He’s, you know, a good actor

Peter Capaldi is arguably one of the best TV britsh actors out there, comedy wise anyways, and has received large amounts of praise for his role as Malcolm Tucker in ‘The Thick of It’ and its subsequent film In the Loop, as well as his countless other roles in British TV including Doctor Who and Torchwood. Now, I’m not the best at all this, but I think that means that he’s a pretty good actor, if he’s managed to get this far without appearing in a 1980’s remake or a CGI film about a small boys lifelong dream to become the first pilot with a detachable neck. If this is true, then surely, it’s a good thing that there’s a good actor gracing the audiences of Doctor Who, and we should be embracing this rather than telling him to go ‘do one’ followed up by the customary two fingers at each one of his now broken hearts.

  1. He’s a big fan of the show

In case you didn’t know by now, Peter Capaldi is actually a huge fan of the show, and has been since he was a child, just like most of the people watching at home, so if anyone wants him to do well in this role, it’s him. He’s been wanting this role since he was a child, and so hopefully, he’ll be doing his best to do it some justice at least, and considering he probably should know the show inside out by now, who’s to say that he can’t? The fact that he’s a fan combined with his good acting skills means that he’ll be able to bring something we haven’t seen for a while to a very old role, and I don’t know about you but I’m excited for it, because I know that the role couldn’t be in much better hands. Except for an actual time lord. That’d be pretty cool. But budget cuts screwed that one I guess.

  1. No more Doctor-Human romance

Let’s be honest, over the past few years, the doctor has been getting around. Quite a lot. I don’t have a problem with it, god no, especially not with Clara now leading the line, but I feel that now might just be the time for the Doctor to step away from the bedroom department, but his screwdriver back in his trousers and focus on actually saving his people rather than playing tonsil-tennis with some random girl from Croydon who gets captured every episode. Peter Capaldi, being substantially older than Clara, should hopefully step away from all this (without the BBC crossing some serious lines) and so hopefully this will allow both the Doctor and Clara’s characters to develop in different directions rather than just companions with benefits, which, in my humble opinion, will be a nice change from the usual romance we’re used to.

  1. He’s playing the Doctor

Since Peter Capaldi is playing the part we all love, I think that maybe just a little bit of support would be nice for the new part of the show. The character himself hasn’t changed, just the actor, and so it’s not too much of a massive change, especially considering the calibre of actor. Also, the new actor means that the whole dynamic of the show can change for the better, exploring new avenues of stories, emotions, actors and enemies which weren’t easy to do in Smith’s slightly more lively reign as the Doctor. And that is exciting, no matter how you look it. And I’ll damn well tut at anyone who says otherwise.

Peter Capaldi, I welcome you with open arms, and everyone else should too.

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The Palace – a Short Story Inspired by F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby

The Palace

-A Short Story Inspired by F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby-

 

It was just my first night in New York and already I had made a fair few acquaintances who lived there. We spent the day in the city, indulging ourselves in liquor and only the finest foods that ‘Le Pachoise Rouge’ had to offer. Incidentally, I later discovered that the French word ‘Pachoise’ is not in fact French at all, so it was a wonder to me how they managed to keep the restaurant’s name so incorrect. When I asked one of my new ‘friends’, Mr Trevor Westwood, he simply stated, “My friend, we all know, but in New York, nobody cares!”, and with that, I knew just the kind of town this place was.

 

After a heavy day of gallivanting around the various roads and plazas of the town, I was just about to head off home when one of the women, whose name escapes me, spoke up: “That rather extravagant fella’, oh what’s his name… Gatsby, that’s the one, anyway, he’s having anotha’ party tonight, maybe we should go and spend the evening there?”. Before I even got the chance to state that fatigue had overwhelmed me, the coupé we were in had sped off again.

 

It was not before long that we arrived at Gatsby’s palace: two large, golden gates stood between us and a plethora of different people. The gates were open and already the party inside was alive and thriving, people were dancing, prancing, drinking and, although it was only half past eight, sticking their tongues in each-others throats. There was a large pool with what seemed to be a bandstand of sorts in the centre, that night’s live performance was from a band which called themselves, ‘The Roaring Twenties’. They played some smooth jazz and the lead singer was a pretty woman of around 25, she wore a colourful hat and a long, cream dress.

 

Around the pool, there were more people, many of them had ‘that look‘, the look of someone who made more than triple the average wage and nearly all of them had a glass or beverage in their hand. There were multiple bars dotted around the pool and around the outside of the manor and I presumed that there were probably more inside the house itself.

 

The house was majestic, much wider than any I had seen in my life and certainly a lot taller than many others on this stretch of Long Island. There were many windows, presumably one for each room, possible more. Some were lit, some were not but I guessed that they cannot have been occupied as it seemed the life of the party was outside. My party and I sat down at a table on the upper terrace, the table itself wasn’t overwhelming, it was littered with candles and drinks and tissues and drinks, not the most pleasing sight. We were sat there, talking about this and that, for the best part of an hour before I offered to dance with one of the women we were sitting with, she was roughly the same age as me, about 28 but had a young face. She had long blonde hair and a smile that could cheer up even the darkest of days.

 

We danced for about 20 minutes, the music had an addictive, pulsating vibe to it and I am afraid I got rather caught up in it all. Before I knew it, I had had a bit too much to drink and I cannot remember much more from that evening. All I can remember though is the man who said Goodnight to me at the end of the evening. Jay Gatsby.

 ~fin~

 

So this marks my return to writing properly, I’d like to say a big thank you to everyone who has supported me and kept reading over the last few months. I’d like to give a big shout out to the WeHateMovies Podcast (You can find them here), they’re utterly hilarious and worth a listen if you enjoy my film reviews.

 

Anyway, hope you enjoyed

 

~S