The doctor who season finale was stunningly breathtaking. Stephen Moffat knows how to write a tragically beautiful story that stays with you. Keeps you entrapped in the sheer magical beautiful tragedy of it all. The story stays with you, like something that you can’t forget. It haunts you everywhere.
I know a lot of people don’t like the way he’s running the show, but you have to give him the credits for the ability to get inspiration from obscure things like a crack in your sons bedroom wall for instance. And his talent for creating characters that are heartfelt and amazing self sacrificing beings. He writes the best of humanity. With there imperfections and overcoming strength. And the actors were at the top of the acting gene pool.
There were tears from them that drew my own, and moments that made me smile like a fool with happiness and beautiful sadness. Life is tragic, the existence of living is riddled with sadness, but also happiness. This episode explores that perfectly. Can we forget about the future episodes for now and just take in the sheer majesty of this episode ? If Stephen Moffat was anywhere near me I would have bloody hugged him.
The art of a good story is not knowing all the details at once. And this episode lays a trail of crumbs that will lead us to epic ness. Heartbreaking and I loved it.
Bravo to you all.