Having gotten excited about the Thirteenth Doctor and having finished watching the almost-last of the Twelfth — I am dubious about the Christmas special, given Moffat's Moffatness, but apparently this show is doing its usual thing:
part of the charm of Doctor Who is that it jumps the shark every couple of weeks, swims back under it in the other direction, puts a fricking laser beam on its fricking head, makes it meet its doppelgänger, beams it off to a vaudeville stage to perform a surrealist version of Mack the Knife, reveals that it’s actually the mastermind of a cunning plot to rig an underwater mining dispute, implicates it in a grandfather paradox, kills it off, brings it back with no explanation, angsts about killing it off, jumps it one more time, and then suddenly blindsides you with an episode that reminds you of all the feelings you ever had about that fucking shark in the first place. — tenlittlebullets
and we're in the "reminds you of all the feelings you ever had about that fucking shark in the first place" period of the cycle — I would like to be linked to reactions to the series 10 finale! What did you think?
Let's assume spoilers in the comments.