Off the heels of the last two skimpy DW teasers, the good people of the BBC have gifted us with an official full-length trailer for Doctor Who’s eighth season, and it features not only the explosions that you loved so much from the earlier teasers, but actual shots. From the show. In good lighting.
I think I should not be this excited but I’ve still been waiting for this moment for months. So let’s begin, shall we?
You would think that somewhere along the last three regenerations, the Doctor might have thought, “Hey – I’m literally seconds from blowing up into a freaking volcano of regeneration energy. Maybe I should keep the TARDIS in park. Just until I’m not disoriented and/or screaming in agony.”
“I don’t think I know who the Doctor is anymore.”
Coming from the girl who has seen (and saved) every version of the Doctor? Coming from the girl who had a personal adventure with three different versions of this guy simultaneously? Don’t get me wrong, heavy grief over the loss of Eleven forced me to eat the better part of a jar of nutella, but if anyone can be graceful in the face of regeneration, it should be Clara.
“I’m the Doctor.
(He repeated, as his self-confidence tapes told him to.)
And to think, just eight years ago, we gave Christopher Eccleston half a store mannequin arm, told him to strangle himself with it, and called it good.
“I’ve lived for over 2000 years.
“Yours is bigger than mine.”
“… Let’s not go there.”
Classic companion shot. But ah, lest we forget, we’re taking on another young grasshopper this season!
… If my calculations are correct, that he’ll fit in just fine.
“It’s about time that I did something about that.”
I like your snappy little suit. But, hey, you’re talking about the bowtie, aren’t you? I resent that, sir.
What was that Doctor? Did you say the TELEVISION CROSSOVER MANKIND HAS ONLY DREAMT OF
“Here we go again.”
Welcome back Madame Vastra and Strax! Never once, watching your first episodes so many years ago, did I think you would make trying to convince people to watch this show so much more complicated and weird. Thank you?
(Don’t worry, I kind of hate myself for making that reference)
Well, BBC is here to say: you’re welcome.
“The British are coming!”
I know it’s probably too much to hope for, judging by Clara’s very much not ancient Roman attire, but all I want is for her to be talking to a member of the Sibylline Sisterhood from “Fires of Pompeii” here. Obvious bonus points if it’s Karen Gillan.
“Clara tell me: am I a good man?”
Tune in for Doctor Who this August to see the Doctor played by a moody teenager having an existential crisis!
“I… don’t know.”
And don’t miss Clara, played by his mom, who wonders where this new attitude is coming from.
And by the by, I would never diss Nine’s mannequin arm scene. That was classic.