My first review of contemporary Doctor Who for DWM was The Waters of Mars, in DWM #417. One hundred and four issues later…
(From DWM #521)
From DWM #515.
Still chugging through DWM #494. And it strikes me a lot of writing about Doctor Who – and not just my writing about it – comes to rest upon the notion that the series is forever moving forward. That new things are coming. Is that simply because it’s the promise of the format, or because we (still!) like continual reassurance there’s more to follow?
But reading it back now, isn’t it a little over-wrought? Not to mention overly wrought…