Orphan Black gave up on the tension and paranoia and isolation pretty quickly; I understand that they didn't want to get boring for the viewers, but I was hoping for more of PKD sense of disconnection for a while longer. Still, the next season promises to be a bit of chase, chasing the bad guys, chasing the kid, realizing that every single person in the world is on on the conspiracy and every fourth person is a clone. (I'm pretty sure that the discovery of the patent info in the DNA would make you go right for Gloria Allred and as much tee vee exposure as possible since both human cloning and slavery are both illegal and unpopular; get on the tee vee and let the reactionary loons go fucking crazy and that would be that.)
Meanwhile, Doctor Who just kinda petered out; between Neil Gaiman and Steven Moffat, I just didn't really care anymore. Mostly, it was a waste of Jenna-Louise Coleman. Watching the classic episodes proves one really important thing. The Doctor should never have been turned into a god-like superhero. Instead of holding the fate of the universe in his hands, the Doctor should have been the most important person in the life of certain random people. The stories work best as science fiction, not creation myth. If The Doctor had never lived, the result should have been missing people, not missing planets. By making every story so fucking overblown, the whole show lost its charm. Oh, well, shows like Orphan Black and Copper are examples of what can be good with a tiny budget when you know how to tell a story, while Justified proves tee vee can be excellent entertainment. Moffat can go fuck himself.
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