Over the last few weeks, as we splash around in the… uh… swimming pool of pre-new season speculation..? Imagine I wrote something much better there. Anyway, as we thrash about impatiently, one armband quickly deflating causing us to swim around in circles, I’ve noticed a bit of an unwelcome blather-trend online; namely that Capaldi is arguing with Moffat and telling him exactly what to write. Capaldi is putting that no good show-wrecker in his place and giving us ‘proper’ Doctor Who back. Which, you know, is adorable. The very idea that anyone could seriously entertain such a notion enough to put it out there as fact is such an incredible load of nonsense that I struggle to understand how so many people are going with it. I recently read an article on some site called ‘Mary Sue’, which positively revelled in the idea; not as a possibility, but as a fact. It’s what’s happening behind the scenes. That monster Moffat is cowering at his keyboard whilst the mighty P-Cap towers over him, eyebrows a flame, yelling ‘No more romance! Cut out all these jokes! Bring back the Garm!!’
I won’t link to the offending dick-heel of an… I was going to say ‘article’; let’s go with puke-scrawl instead. Offending dick-heel puke-scrawl. I’m sure you can find it if you so desire, or other dick-heel puke-scrawls like it. Now look, this isn’t supposed to be bashing those of you who don’t like Moffat’s version of Who, because I sympathise, okay? I love the Mighty Moff, I think he’s penned more full on Who classics than just about anyone, and his era, shaky as it’s been at times, has been a delight, but obviously I can understand it not being your thing. Because it’s subjective. They’re stories. In any long running series with a huge fan base, you’re going to get a section of people who don’t like what the show becomes. And that’s fine. That’s unavoidable. But you know what isn’t fine? Being an insane person. Making toot up to spew vitriolically into the world whilst you stamp your little entitled feet.
Here’s the hard truth, so take a seat and prepare yourself: Capaldi likes Moffat. I mean, REALLY likes him. I’m so, so sorry. Capaldi likes Moffat’s version of Who, and he likes his writing. He would totes carry Moff’s book-bag and possibly even kiss him on the face given half a chance. He’s not a saviour here to right your perceived wrongs, he’s an actor here to enter into what is a creative collaboration with many other people, including the head writer. The boss. The man steering the ship. Steven Moffat. Capaldi will have his own ideas, suggestions and desires that he’ll put forward, and it’s then up to Moffat to decide what we’ll actually see. What bits and pieces the new guy brings that he’ll add to the pot to stir in. And it will be different to some degree to what has gone before in the recent past, because it’s a new Doctor, a new tone; time to shake the whole thing up again. But whatever we do see, it’ll be because Moffat has decided it’s right. Not because he’s been bullied into it by Capaldi, by Jenna Coleman, or even by the person in charge of catering, no matter how delicious their lasagne is.
For better or worse, depending on which side of the fence you sit, what we’re going to see in series 8 is STILL mostly the vision of one man, Steven Moffat. He’ll be taking on board all the ideas and suggestions of the people surrounding him, Capaldi of course included, and filtering them through his brain to give us the Who he thinks is right.
So to those of you being total dum-dum dummies, please, I beg of you: quit it already!