“listen cyril, tell him that i’ve borrowed mr. goldsmith’s car, that i’ve found a spaceman in a field, possibly an angel, but he’s injured and i can’t get his helmet off, so i’m going to have to take him into town to find a police telephone box. all right?”
what she means:
Were you not freaked out with Narnia too? They were literally in another dimension for 15 years, and came back not a minute later in this world. What if they died there? Could someone just throw their corpses back into the wardrobe and it's like nothing happened? If so, they could become ultimate rulers, never dying, always being revived and never aging more than a few minutes. What if they were killed by a knife, or other means of blood shed? Would the wound be null and void by closet standards? What if they were cremated, if someone threw handfuls of ash through the door, what would happen? Would there be dismembered body parts everywhere? And let's not forget to mention Lucy and the first time she went! She met that goat man and left for over 12 hours, if a few minutes constitutes as 15 years, how long is 12 HOURS?! Did this goat man know about the laws of time? Did he wait for years and years, knowing exactly when she'd get back, having tea ready? And if so, why does he not rule the land, he's obviously a genius! Unless he's a time lord, which would make a lot of sense! Is the wardrobe a tardis?! Narnia wasn't explained well enough, and it's really starting to take it's toll, I can't sleep.
Doctor Strange was one hell of a thrill ride with stunning and complex visuals and well developed characters. Benedict Cumberbatch embodies Stephen beautifully, and brings a great sense of humanity to the superhero. The balance of action and humor is perfect like in every Marvel movie. I gotta admit tho, my favorite character is the Cloak of Levitation, such a great comedic sidekick to the Dr. #DoctorStrange
The Christmas Invasion - Behind the Scenes [Part 4]
Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s articles in Doctor Who Magazine #365
David Tennant is getting his first peek inside the TARDIS wardrobe. It’s actually the TARDIS control room - here, as always, in a warehouse in Newport - redressed with racks of clothes, a whole load of accessories and some tailor’s mannequins. Oh, and a Doctor Who scarf that Phil Collinson’s gran knitted when he was six! It all looks fab.
“Lots of frocks, aren’t there?” says David, gazing around in delight.
Maybe the Doctor was once a transvestite?
“Yes, somewhere in between his Sixth and Seventh incarnations,” he deadpans, pointing at a mannequin in a bright pink shell suit. “Ooh, I like that. That’s what the Eleventh Doctor will wear!”
Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Tomorrow, David will record his ‘rifling through clothes and choosing his new costume’ scene, which is, for those in the know, a bit of a regeneration story tradition.