Imagine a place where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. In this place, you can dress however you want. You can wear a fake mustache, you can don a bunny suit–hell, you could wear a Bart Simpson mask and fake an American accent if you so chose.
Here is a place where the things you care about are actually a big deal. Here, you have to wait in a three hour line to sit in a sweaty room full of people just to hear the melodious sounds of Chris Evans talking about the tiny muscle on a specific part of his bicep, and how much time he spent beefing it up. Here is where books turn to movies, where movies turn to video games, where video games turn to real life–the fictional worlds in which you spend your free time spring into action before your very eyes. No one can tell you to calm down, that these are the things that don’t matter, that you’ve gone a little overboard with your wardrobe. No one can say jack shit, because they’re sitting in the exact same lines and dressed exactly as elaborately as you are.
This is (an admittedly idealized) comic-con. Wouldn’t it be nice if every day were like this? Every time I attend a convention, I come home thinking about how nice it was that my whole day was about nerdy things, and that the next day is going to be more of the same. I think about this a lot, especially when I haven’t been to a convention in a while and I miss the warm afterglow in which it inevitably leaves me.
I realized recently that that afterglow has a lot to do with the acceptance one may find at a place such as comic-con–a level of acceptance not typically found in our regular lives. And I wondered why this acceptance is such an exclusive thing.
My regular job is working at a shoe store, and our clientele is mostly teenagers and young adults. The other day, three kids rolled up in full out regalia. One was in a fez, a bow tie, and a tweed jacket. Another was in what looked like an anime costume, complete with wig–though admittedly I didn’t recognize the specific character she was dressed as if she was in a costume at all. Finally, there was a gent dressed head to toe in typical black and dark blue “goth” gear, wielding one of the prettiest fans I have ever seen . My first thought, rather embarassingly, was that these kids were fucking weird and should stop taking up space in my store.
Then I stopped for a second and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a Harry Potter shirt. I had matched combat boots with my jeans. My hair was in pigtail buns I learned about from Sailor Moon. I considered for a moment that convention afterglow, and how much I’d been missing it lately. I didn’t hate these kids–I was mildly jealous that they had no qualms walking around on a random Wednesday in September as though it were something to be celebrated.
This was weeks ago, and it has honestly taken me this long to think about this article, and whether or not I wanted to share it, because quite frankly I’m ashamed of my initial reaction. My secondary reaction, after staring into that mirror, was to walk around the counter and treat the kids like any other customers. The guy with the fan, when welcomed to the store, bowed and made a huge gesture as he said “Why THANK you”. I gave them a tour of the store, and finished it off with “by the way, love the fez. Fezzes are cool.” The girl in tweed smiled, straightened her bow tie, and responded: “as are bow ties.” I couldn’t hold back a smile of my own.
This is the kind of stuff that happens at comic-con all the time. It happens in panels, on the show floor, even in line waiting for the bathroom. It should happen everywhere, all the time. We should be embracing our fellow nerds, or geeks, or dweebs or whatever, no matter where we are, no matter what the time of year. I wish I hadn’t had to think twice about it… and I’m hoping that I’ll be quicker to the draw next time. I’m encouraging the rest of you to do the same. Let your freak flag fly, even if you’re the only flagpole around.
Jen Schiller
staff writer
twitter.com/jenisaur
jenisaur@ihogeek.com
The BBC announced today live around 2pm EST that the sonic screwdriver will be passed from Matt Smith to BAFTA and Oscar award winning Scots actor Peter Capaldi. Capaldi, 55, is perhaps best known for his role as foul mouthed Malcolm Tucker on the comedy series The Thick of It. The Scottish-Italian actor (hence the last name) is poised to take on the mantle this Christmas following Eleven’s “death” during the special.
Capaldi is not too far removed from The Doctor; he was featured in 2009’s Torchwood: Children of Earth as John Frobisher and played the Pompeian marble merchant (historically a banker) Lucius Caecilius Iucundus who ran into the Tenth Doctor and Donna Noble in the 2008 Series 4 Episode 2 of Doctor Who “The Fires of Pompeii” which also notably featured a young pre-Amy Pond Karen Gillan as a priestess sentry.
And here’s Karen for old time’s sake:
Capaldi marks an interesting change for the character, or rather a return to form after three younger (and younger and younger) incarnations by being a more mature actor and is rather a jump up from the barely 30 years old Matt Smith who was bestowed the title of Doctor at the very young age of 26. Matt won skeptical fans over quickly with his portrayal of Eleven’s quirky Peter Pan boyishness, exuberance, actual real-life gawky clumsiness and quirky demeanor. On the flip side Matt further won people over with his serious acting chops with Eleven’s inclinations towards temper tantrums and an unmitigated anger, world weariness and sadness that were at times the scariest and the saddest the Doctor has ever been (Or as fellow staff writer Jen would say Matt is the “Goddess of tears” for Eleven’s frequently wet face).
Fans have already taken warmly to the choice of Capaldi citing visually he echos other past Doctors and the older more mature actor brings the series back to a status quo that somewhat mirrors William Hartnell and the Doctor’s first companion, Susan which is pretty appropriate for the 50th Anniversary year. What this means for the twelfth Doctor’s personality is or how he’ll treat Clara, the first companion to continue on through a regeneration since Rose Tyler onwards in Series 8 has yet to be unseen or told but Eleven’s bubbling anger issues and mood swings may be a clue. We’ll have to see come Christmas following Nov.’s 50th Anniversary special which pairs Matt Smith and Jenna-Louise Coleman with David Tennant and Billie Piper.
Do you think they picked the right actor? I’m excited. What do you think?
Until next time!
Max Eber
Staff Writer/The Doctor
max@ihogeek.com
Twitter: @maxlikescomics
With the 50th anniversary of BBC’s “Doctor Who” approaching this fall, everyone is sizing up The Doctors. Who is the most popular? Least appreciated? Over-hyped? Is there really a “right” answer to these questions? As we take a look at three views of the latest three Doctors, one thing is for sure, when it comes to your personal favorite Doctor: Everyone is right!
The Ninth Doctor: Christopher Eccleston
By Lisa Kay Tate
Compared to other voracious followers of the trio of “new post-Time War era” Doctors, I’m a relative newcomer, and only this year began watching — and getting hooked on — Time Lords.
Years ago, my official “first Doctor,” was the Fourth Doctor, Tom Baker, and in my mind he will always be the man worthy of the title THE Doctor, the quintessential poster boy for the show’s legacy. However, he isn’t My Doctor, that honor caught me and my solitary heart quite unexpectedly off guard, when the Ninth Doctor, Christopher Eccleston, first invited me (okay, and Rose Tyler), to join him.
To think we almost skipped him, due to suggestions that “Ten is the Favorite” (and rightly so, Tennant is excellent in the role). Had, I done that, I would have missed the first (and still my favorite, so far), leg of the journey.
Now I have to give credit where credit is due: no one handled the role with more energy and character than David Tennant. He’s an incredible, crazy, wild-eyed loon with whom I seem to personally share much in common; from his love of Star Wars to his favorite bands to his wardrobe choices (actually, I’m not so sure he isn’t dipping into my closet when I’m not looking and stealing my shirts and Converse). Matt Smith has also won my respect for his treatment of his fan base, particularly when it comes to his thankful acknowledgement that they are the ones to whom he owes his fame. I love his handling of his youngest fans in particular. To both these men, I say “job well done, indeed.”
But Christopher, in my opinion, just doesn’t get the credit he deserves, from the obvious — he started the “new era” of The Doctor for an entire generation of fans — to the more subtle nuances of bringing a diversity of expression and emotion that could be downright goofy with spot-on slapstick timing, sometimes eerily dark and predatory, awkward and nerdy as a love struck teen, and a diehard action hero badass.
I was also weirdly surprised, I might add, at how incredibly appealing — and incredibly sexy — I found his look. While every other Doctor before, and since, veered from the eccentric butler to a hipster Pee Wee Herman (love ALL those looks, I promise), the post-war leather-and-tight-jeans made him not only someone I could follow to the next planet system in the vortex, but hop on the back of a vintage Indian Chief motorcycle heading down the highway blaring psychobilly — not that I’ve actually had that thought, mind you. Well, not more than three, maybe four times, tops.
His tenure as The Doctor was passionate, energetic and just plain fun. I’m not planning on getting into the politics of his departure (although I have found him to be very diplomatic on the issue), except to say it was far, far too soon for me. Just thinking of “The Parting of Ways” from Series 1 sends an unrelenting shiver of sadness through me.
I realize each Doctor has, and deserves, his day, but I know I’m not alone in wishing, Nine would step from the Tardis, extend his long arm, gaze intently into our soul with those piercing blue eyes and ask in his Northern accent, “Would you dance with me one more time?”
The Tenth Doctor: David Tennant
By Leia Calderon
Everyone seems to think “Allons-y!” when the Tenth is mentioned; for me, I think of the Doctor I fell in love with.
Nine was charming and full of sass, a veritable well of quotable one-liners, but TEN. Ten was at once a puppy dog eyed man with perfectly floppy hair and a terrifying being, chock full of tumultuous feelings.
For me, Ten fully embraced the passion that came with loving Rose Tyler, despaired at yet again being alone in the universe with the fall of the Master, and broke the hearts of us all as he saved Donna.
Those final heart-wrenching moments with David Tennant tore my heart asunder and left me with bitterness that lasted for an entire season, a bitterness I directed at Matt Smith. Luckily, that dissipated, but Tennant’s three seasons are seasons I go to when I feel sick and I bask in their comfort; in fact, I may go watch New Earth right now”
The Eleventh Doctor: Matt Smith
By Jen Schiller
I am an equal opportunity Doctor lover.
I don’t think one is inherently better than another. Also, if you’ve read any of the articles by Max here on IHoGeek, you’ll already know that I went into season five of the new series kicking and screaming. I was determined not to like Matt Smith — and that is exactly why I’m writing about him today.
When Matt was first cast as the doctor, I was mad for all manner of reasons — some logical and calculated, some bordering on tantrum level bullshit. I was hesitant to let David go, and I was convinced no one could ever take his place in my heart. While I’m still right about that part, that didn’t stop Matt from carving his own special place there, too.
See, Matt and Karen (and Moff, I guess) did something brand new and ancient with “Doctor Who”. They turned the show into a dark fairytale, with complex twists and turns and time jumps that you wouldn’t even notice until you get to the end of the season, and can see the whole picture.
As River Song says in “The Pandorica Opens”, Matt turns the Doctor into a wizard of sorts, on level (in my humble opinion) with greats like Gandalf and Dumbledore. The Eleventh Doctor is at once wise and child-like, all knowing and all-learning. He has an adorable streak a mile long, but Heaven help you if you get on his bad side.
Nine was born of the Time War, Ten was born saving Rose, and Eleven was born when it was time to die. He was a complete re-birth for the character, and he’s appropriately reinventing what it means to be The Doctor. From fish fingers and custard all the way to Mr. Clever, Matt has brought child-like wonder and complexity to a character that is never just one thing at once. And I will admit — I’m a Matt Smith convert.
The 50th Anniversary show of “Doctor Who” airs on BBC One Nov. 23, 2013 with Matt Smith’s final episode at the end of this year.
It was officially announced yesterday, June first, both by the BBC and Matt Smith himself that after much speculation and rumors, Matt Smith is indeed stepping out of the blue police-box this Christmas.
In the official press release Matt writes:
“Doctor Who has been the most brilliant experience for me as an actor and a bloke, and that largely is down to the cast, crew and fans of the show. I’m incredibly grateful to all the cast and crew who work tirelessly every day, to realize all the elements of the show and deliver Doctor Who to the audience. Many of them have become good friends and I’m incredibly proud of what we have achieved over the last four years.
Having Steven Moffat as showrunner write such varied, funny, mind-bending and brilliant scripts has been one of the greatest and most rewarding challenges of my career. It’s been a privilege and a treat to work with Steven, he’s a good friend and will continue to shape a brilliant world for the Doctor.
The fans of Doctor Who around the world are unlike any other; they dress up, shout louder, know more about the history of the show (and speculate more about the future of the show) in a way that I’ve never seen before, your dedication is truly remarkable. Thank you so very much for supporting my incarnation of the Time Lord, number Eleven, who I might add is not done yet, I’m back for the 50th anniversary and the Christmas special!
It’s been an honor to play this part, to follow the legacy of brilliant actors, and helm the TARDIS for a spell with ‘the ginger, the nose and the impossible one’. But when ya gotta go, ya gotta go and Trenzalore calls. Thank you guys.” Matt.
Steven Moffat, lead writer and executive producer also states:
“Every day, on every episode, in every set of rushes, Matt Smith surprised me: the way he’d turn a line, or spin on his heels, or make something funny, or out of nowhere make me cry, I just never knew what was coming next. The Doctor can be clown and hero, often at the same time, and Matt rose to both challenges magnificently. And even better than that, given the pressures of this extraordinary show, he is one of the nicest and hardest-working people I have ever had the privilege of knowing. Whatever we threw at him – sometimes literally – his behavior was always worthy of the Doctor.
But great actors always know when it’s time for the curtain call, so this Christmas prepare for your hearts to break, as we say goodbye to number Eleven. Thank you Matt – bow ties were never cooler.
Of course, this isn’t the end of the story, because now the search begins. Somewhere out there right now – all unknowing, just going about their business – is someone who’s about to become the Doctor. A life is going to change, and Doctor Who will be born all over again! After 50 years, that’s still so exciting!”
Since Matt Smith succeeded David Tennant as The Doctor on the long running Doctor Who series in 2009, and his debut 5th series premiering in 2010, Matt’s Eleventh Doctor with his Peter Pan boyish demeanor, odd body and facial proportions, general clumsiness and BAFTA nomination worthy crying and tantrums acting have helped broaden the show’s global viewership especially in America where the show has won fan-favorite contests and landed on the cover of Entertainment Weekly twice. Each series premiere and finales since Matt’s debut in series 5 have brought record breaking viewership for BBC America each time with the Series 7 premiere Asylum of The Daleks raking in 1.6 million live viewers, up 23 percent from series 6’s 2011 former record breaking premiere. America’s viewership keeps going up exponentially whilst British viewership has stayed rather static if not loosing base viewership overall since the series’ revival in 2005.
Much speculation has been swirling around concerning Matt Smith’s continuation of the role anyway given his casting in Ryan Gosling’s film To Catch a Monster and his obvious interest in an American film and theater or directing career much like other invading UK imports like perennial favorite Emma Watson, the half-British Andrew Garfield, fellow ex-doctor Christopher Eccleston, Henry Cavill, Carey Mulligan, Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, Tom Hiddleston, Hugh Dancy and former co-star (and totally his wife) Karen Gillan. All these actors have made comfortable or up and coming film and television careers across the Atlantic (while other ex-Who companions such as Catherine Tate have just wrapped up her time on The Office whilst Freema Agyeman, John Barrowman and Alex Kingston have all made debuts or returned to American television, with Karen Gillan also joining a sitcom on Cartoon Network’s Adult Swim block later this year. Arthur Darvill is currently making his Broadway debut in the play Once as well) and have effectively flooded our superhero film market with Andrew serving as the current Spider-Man and Henry Cavill donning the unabashedly American red and blue of Superman this month. Karen too (man she’s busy) was just announced as being cast as head villain (that’s right villain!) in Marvel’s quirky risk-taking but star-studded Guardians of The Galaxy film.
To shift gears and join the crowd in that manner seems a natural progression for Matt, who took the role of The Doctor at a fresh-faced age of twenty-six and is now thirty years old. Besides, the ubiquitous”Fall of the Eleventh” buzz phrase and the trip to Trenzalore has always clued that Matt’s tenure was never meant to be terribly long and and since we have arrived at Trenzalore, it most likely ends there. Matt currently edges slightly past David Tennant (basically neck to neck) as the longest running Doctor of the revived series anyway, with Karen Gillan’s Amy Pond being (not surprisingly) the longest continuous companion of the revived series to match.
And while it’s sad to see Matt go, we here IhoGeek (mainly Jen and I, okay mostly Jen) have long predicted his exit this season. With River Song’s poignant final farewell to her husband post Library saving in “The Name of The Doctor”, it makes sense Eleven would shortly go thereafter without any remnants of the Ponds left in any manner despite the Doctor’s already longstanding mourning for them and River’s most likely departure to the Library in between The Angels Take Manhattan and The Snowmen. It just makes sense given Eleven’s strong intertwined history with Amy Pond. I swear to not have a flashback, mentioning, or featuring even a cameo of an elderly Amy in NYC this Christmas before he regenerates would be a travesty.
Matt’s current companion, the affable but underdeveloped (in my humble opinion) Jenna Louise Coleman’s Clara Oswald, her mystery now seemingly solved is stated to to be aboard into 2014 for Series 8 as a companion. Having left both Clara and The Doctor inside the Doctor’s own timeline at the end of Series 7 finale and meeting the speculated “lost” or rather rejected Time War regeneration of The Doctor’s played by John Hurt, we are now left all summer to wonder if the 50th Anniversary, Christmas Special, and impending regeneration into Twelve are repercussions of the Doctor having dived in his own timeline and what happens when or if he is able to pull Clara and himself out safely. Similarly will mysterious other elements of Clara’s life such as (as per Coleman’s insistence) her outfits, the scratched out 23rd birthday, parallels with the Amy penned Summer Falls lead Kate as well as the nature of her mother’s death and death date will ever be addressed or are they to be cast aside as red herrings or dropped plot-points. We shall have to wait and see.
In the meantime, thanks Matt for the ride, now stay in America and marry Karen Gillan as she turns into a supervillain. You’re playing a villain. She’s playing a villain. Just make lots of villainous babies. Shh. It works. It just does.
Max Eber
Staff Writer/The Doctor
max@ihogeek.com
Twitter: @maxlikescomics
This is important international news that I first learned about (unfortunately) from buzzfeed and since I apparently have a severe case of tendinitis sometimes referred to as “gamers thumb” and shouldn’t even be typing this right now, all you get this week from me is a picspam of Matt’s stupid new haircut for his stupid new stupid movie with stupid Ryan Gosling. (this is professional blogging at its finest and no I’m not cranky at all leave me alone.)
He apparently shaved off his best feature for a movie called How to Catch a Monster, directed by Ryan Gosling. I’m guessing the monster is Matt’s forehead, which now looks even bigger and makes his caveman features even more pronounced. Oh, Matt. I’m so glad you’re someone else’s problem, and that I fell in love with a Time Lord many years ago who didn’t have any floppy hair with which he could break my heart.
I can’t even deal with these stupid pictures being released of Matt and his bald ass head. Mostly because they are dumb and who actually cares the man can shave his head and his hair will grow back; but also because he does look dumb without his even dumber floppy hair that we’ve come to know and love as something of a trademark of his.
I wonder if he’ll be bald-headed for the anniversary special, or if this means they’ve already finished filming it. Or maybe he’ll get a weave. Who knows.
NOT THAT I FUCKING CARE
I’m not drunk enough for this. If I were, I would appreciate it if someone would explain to me the plot of Party Animals, but for now I will satisfy myself with other men who appreciate the floppy hair that both god and their stylists have given them.
Jen Schiller
Staff Writer
Twitter.com/Jenisaur