Every time I read a book series I put the Doctor and Rose in that universe.
One of the ladies at work reads the same books that I do and well now I have seven new books to read. :D
Actually, I like to think about it like this. The Doctor has suffered through things worse than hell. All this time, he has been carrying the weight of the genocide of his entire race. But in the 50th episode, when he learns that it worked, you can see the age, torture, sadness, etc. that has plagued him all those years finally lifted from him. I think the 50th anniversary episode was meant to mean that there are second chances, and you can redeem yourself not just to the world, but to yourself.
That’s an interesting way to think about it, and if that makes it better for you then that’s great. :D
Unfortunately it doesn’t work for me. Maybe it’s because I’m’ so fed up with Steven Moffat pissing on everything that I love. Maybe I’m not nearly as emotionally invested in this show as when I first started watching it (that’s not even a maybe it’s a fact). But to me the fiftieth feels—cheap. Contrived. Nonsensical, in moments.
And above all else—unnecessary. We didn’t have to visit the Time War for the fiftieth. It could have been something light, something fun, with two Doctors who just happened to run into each other. Eleven wasn’t nearly as haunted by the Time War as Nine or Ten were. For all intents and purposes he had moved past it, so shoehorning his continued regret in to allow Clara’s magical phoenix tears to fix everything and retcon away all the complexity his actions in the Time War lent his character is just—like I said—unnecessary.
Now, going back and rewatching seasons 1-4 feels hollow because I know how it happened and frankly, it feels like I’ve been deceived. Watching the fiftieth is disjointing because half of the story (the Zygon subplot) seems to be arguing that pushing the button was the right thing to do, that the Doctor’s regret and anguish has ultimately made him into a better person and helped him save lives. THAT is a sentiment I can get behind, because it’s real. Real people don’t get the chance to go back and undo mistakes they made. Real people have to live with the consequences of their actions.
It’s fiction, you say. Well, the interesting thing about fiction is that in some areas it must be more logical and realistic than even real life. We, as the audience, understand that real life doesn’t always make sense, that sometimes things happen for what appears to be no reason, but we accept that because this is real life. In works of fiction (especially science fiction and fantasy) the creator is asking the audience to make a leap of faith in suspending their disbelief just to allow the world to exist. In order to keep that suspension of disbelief the creator must work harder to make believable characters and situations or else people start to question. They start to point out flaws in continuity or inconsistencies in character because they aren’t invested in the show anymore. It’s so much easier to see the strings when the puppets don’t hold your attention.
Life is a lot more chill after the application of emergency vodka.