So, what did I think of the Doctor Who-finale, then?
I loved it. The Doctor and Capt. Jack's rescue of Rose seemed a tad too easy, maybe; but since they also had to somehow destroy half a million Daleks and only 45 minutes to do it in, I won't quibble with that.
And I won't quibble with the fact that in spite of his promise, The Doctor couldn't ensure that if she came with him, Lynda-with-a-y would live. His reaction to her death was deeply moving, almost as moving as his reaction to Rose's in the previous episode had been.
And speaking of reactions -- the writers and the actors did a splendid job of showing all the emotion that had been lurking under the skin of the various characters in this episode clearly and beautifully, never getting too much. There was so much love, and humour there...For instance, it was wonderful to see how Rose reacted to her rival. She never said anything, but boy! was she jealous. As jealous as The Doctor had been when Rose had first brought Jack into their cosy little world. And The Doctor really did seem more than a little fond of and flirty with his 'sweet Lynda' -- it even got my hackles up.
However, his gallantry in sending Rose home in combination with his pre-recorded emergency programme 1 message in which he exhorts her to have a fantastic life in remembrance of him, did everything to restore my faith in the Doctor/Rose 'ship; and when Lynda snuffed it not long after, I respected the Doctor's obvious pain and shock over it, but secretly I was relieved that she wouldn't be there to muddy the waters anymore.
Then Rose falling apart at the thought of having no way to get back to The Doctor and fight to the death alongside him in the scenes with her mother and Mickey, and the two of them helping her jumpstart the TARDIS knowing they will probably never see her again if they get it working...Mickey's brave little toaster face when he realizes that there's no chance Rose will ever come back and resume the life she had, and be happy with him as he had believed she had been before...all of this combined made the episode a worthy conclusion to the story arc.
Rose, absorbing the time vortex into her own person and melding with the TARDIS, saving the earth and mankind -- The Doctor, unable to press the button and kill every living creature, choosing to be 'a coward, not a killer' -- the kiss, oh God, that kiss, so sweet, so perfect...the kiss of death, but also of love and hope...the regeneration reminded me a little of Spike's demise...
I loved how Nine tried to reassure Rose, how bravely he met his end; but I hated how he made a disparaging remark about his own ugly mug (no! it's not ugly, it's beautiful, he's beautiful), and I hated seeing it replaced by DT's...but most of all, I think I hated Rose's amnesia -- how can she not remember that kiss?
In other news, I'm still puzzling over how to get my digital camera to take a picture. It's not as easy as loading a film and clicking away, and the manual doesn't even mention the snapping of shots until you get to page 108 -- before that, it's all boring stuff about software and how to set it up before you can actually get to pointing your camera in any object's direction, and press the silver button on top. I wonder if I'll ever get around to using it...I still much prefer my trusty old Olympus. Occasionally it needs a battery change, but on the whole it's quick and easy to use, doesn't require a mass of cables or a docking station, and is -all things considered- more than sufficient to my needs.
My vanity and greed will be my undoing one of these days.
ETA: A few days ago, I asked you to check out river_soul's journal for her fic. Unfortunately, I left off the s at the end of her moniker, which meant you would have been taken to somebody else's LJ if, your curiosity piqued, you'd clicked it. Sorry.
BTW, is there any point to this new tags-feature? 'Cause unless there is, I think I'll do away with them altogether.