It’s hard to believe that we’re celebrating the tenth anniversary of the revived Doctor Who — despite the evidence of my DVD shelf (which has eight seasons plus one year of specials).
Part of me wasn’t ready to believe that the good Doctor was coming back until the first episode appeared on our screens all those years ago. All during that entire initial Christopher Eccleston season, I couldn’t convince myself that this wouldn’t be more than a one-season thing — a last hurrah and then we’d be done. And so I determined to enjoy the ride and not worry about how much, if any, more Doctor Who we’d get.
Now we’re heading into the ninth new series and working on the fourth Doctor of the modern era.
And while I can sometimes be a bit cantankerous about new Who and some of the fans who follow it, I’ve got to admit I like the potential surrounding each new episode and series to take me back to my early days of watching the show and enjoying every minute of it. I also am grateful that the new series has made a fan of my nephew and that we can share the adventures of our favorite Time Lord together. (His enthusiasm at showing me various Minecraft levels that look like the TARDIS is a lot of fun and makes me wonder — why didn’t we have this kind of cool stuff when I was his age?!?)
Yes, I may scoff at the sheer amount of Who collectible stuff out there today (do we really need a TARDIS spatula?!?) and the attitude of some segments of new Who fans (there are other Doctors besides David Tennant…though this argument reminds me of the long-ago Internet fans who felt that you were only a true Who fan if you liked only Tom Baker) but then again I never thought I’d get to see the 50th anniversary special shown on the big-screen to a packed theater of fellow fans. (Honestly, I thought it might be me and a couple of Who fan friends gathered together with pizza, watching a classic serial).
So, here’s to the first decade of the revived Doctor Who. Congratulations!