I realize I’m behind the curve here, since in real time David Tennant’s run as the Doctor ended in January 2010. However, I’m watching Dr. Who on Netflix with Baph, so pardon me if this seems like a delayed reaction. I’m all weepy this evening because I’ve just watched the last episode featuring David Tennant. Sigh. He struck me as a weasly-faced dork when I first saw him in the role – and at that point I was a bit weepy over the loss of Christopher Eccleston. But David Tennant completely won me over. He still had some dorky moments, like, for instance any running scene. Those gangly limbs churning away and his “serious running face” (as Baph calls it)! But Tennant made it all work. It is one of the peculiar charms of “Dr. Who” that many character who I don’t care for initially grow on me, as David Tennant did. Donna Noble, anyone?
So tonight I said “Goodbye” to my favorite doctor. And I really did cry. Quite a lot, actually. Baph, who had seen the episode before, sympathetically said, “Sad, huh?” Yes, it is. It’s going to be tough for Matt Smith to follow that act.
By the way, “Whovian” is a slightly outdated term for a Dr. Who fan. I wear it with pride.