Thursday, November 4, 2010
In addition to "quizzing" (see post former post), another British past-time involves messed-up hair, flannel jackets, bow ties, and time travel.
The BBC Dr. Who craze has even made its way across the pond to become an increasingly American past-time.
Its quite phenomenal to see something so obviously lower-budget doing so well. Unless episodes are shot in a period setting (which the British *always* do well) the costuming and aliens, guns, and techno-gadgets seem like something one would buy in a swap meet between Star Trek and the pound (or dollar) store - in the 1980s.
I think the saving graces lie in the scripting and acting, which are both brilliant. And then there is the creativity of it all, playing on childlike fantasies of other worlds and clear battles between good and evil. The show evidences British cultural themes in that Doctor Who solves problems and saves lives largely without gadgets (although he has one small one), but with his wit and intelligence, premium qualities in this country.
And there is a little part in me which feels eerily like my mother when, in watching the show (while doing the ironing or laundry, of course--the only way I can justify watching a children's show...), I am concerned that Dr. Who is made into some sort of God-figure: he is "everything" to some people, travels throughout time and space saving innocent victims, never does harm, makes vision-like appearances, and seems to be all-knowing.
But then I realize that there is no need to be concerned - I have no children watching it - just myself. Perhaps I should be more concerned that I am watching a children's show...