Doctor Who: "The Angels Take Manhattan"
Still reeling from the fall season finale. Even though I knew it was coming (frankly, I had a few months’ notice), the episode still managed to crush my heart into tiny bits, stomp on the pieces, and set them on fire.
The end of the Ponds. Granted, it was beautiful and very fitting, but I’m going to miss them so much. It took a while, but Amy and especially Rory grew on me immensely. I love the family dynamic between them and the Doctor and now they’re gone and I didn’t want them to leave.
Oh, I cried buckets during the scene when Amy and Rory stepped off the roof of Winter Quay. And even more when Amy let the Weeping Angel touch her. But the end was just so moving and appropriate for them: the Girl and Boy Who Waited, together at last. They don’t need the Doctor there to live their lives; they’re the Ponds and always will be fantastic.
I felt terrible for the Doctor, who had to deal with another loss. And even worse for Brian, who’s probably still at home waiting for news of his son and daughter-in-law. I really hope the Doctor went and gave him some closure; maybe he can introduce Brian to River and we’ll see more family bonding.
Yes, there were some gaping plot-holes in the episode, but all the emotional bits were handled so well, so I’m not complaining at all. That’s what head-canon and fanfics are for, anyways.
I just…I just have no more words for all this. All the words I had are gone. Amy and Rory had such a great, memorable run. I’m really glad that they went out with a bang instead of a whimper. And it was a happy ending for them, sort of.
I’m a little disappointed that there is nothing that indicated that the previous four episodes happened out of order for either the Ponds or the Doctor; there are so many little hints and clues to major timey-whimeyness that I feel like this season’s full potential wasn’t reached. Maybe we’re not at the Reveal yet? It was still very enjoyable. I have the biggest urge to start again with “The Eleventh Hour” and relive everything, but I’m not sure I can go through the Ponds’ exit again anytime soon.
Really, it’s surprising that TV shows can have such a big impact on me. But then again, it’s a story, and I’ve always been very emotionally invested in stories I love.