I had no idea this was coming.
And here is a ninja lunch break edit: Mike D waxes poetic on this, along with some awesome movie reviews, today.
We've been texting about it. It was THE topic getting coffee today. It would have come up at work with my volunteer, but I was super busy and it slipped my mind.
No, we're not geeks or anything...
Mr. RK thinks he'll be a good one. I'm on the fence, because...
1. OK, I have a marketing background. In the new (since 2005) series BBC has had some serious success, in part because they are marketing Dr. Who as Dr. Hot. I'm not agist - not saying a middle-aged man can't be hot - but he's not David Tennant. Or Matt Smith. You get the picture. And I CANNOT FATHOM him with a 20-something companion swooning up at him, because, well, yuck, that's Daddy.
I'm not the only girl in America (or the universe) who is now convinced that to be a good Dr. Who, I have to be able to picture getting into his...mind. Sorry, Christopher Ecceleston ruined it for me. I didn't feel this way watching reruns back in the day. But you bring in Mr. Sexy Alien, you should stick with it.
2. The only roles I have seen him (we will only refer to him as "this new guy" in this post) in, except for one, he has played a bit of an obsessed weirdo. This, says Mr. RK, is why he'll be a good #12.
3. Do I have to have a third reason? My blog, my rules.
For those of you who follow this, what's your take?
Hello Kitty can has cheezburger!