It says something about the high regard that the BBC now hold Doctor Who in that they made the announcement of the Twelfth Doctor such a major event, broadcast live across the globe (and, no, I didn't get up at 4am to watch it. I waited for the 8.30 replay on ABC2). The execution of the idea however...
First, what the hell was Zoe Ball on? She was either overenthusiastic or thought she was back hosting Saturday morning TV. Couldn't someone actually involved in Doctor Who host it? (Alex Kingston maybe?) The interviews with Steven Moffat, Matt Smith, Peter Davison, Bernard Cribbins (what a joy he was!) and everyone else were fine (Bonnie Langford was a surprise though. And dear Anneke Wills was just bonkers!). But, the distinguished trio of Brian Cox, Stephen Hawking and Robert Winstone aside, why did we need all these pointless celebrities sticking their 2 cents in? Most of them were people I've never heard of (having said that Rufus Hound was actually quite funny).
But the main point of the night was to reveal Peter Capaldi as the Twelth DOctor; a decision that's been met with universal acclaim. I suppose the best thing you could say about Doctor Who Live is that they kept the secret under wraps until the big reveal (surely someone would have seen Capaldi lurking in the dressing rooms? According to the bookies he was the last minute favourite so someone should have been able to put two and two together). Other than that it was fairly forgettable (and bring back Doctor Who Confidential!).
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