First things first (and in no real particular order):
Angels Take Manhattan
was assuredly one of the creepiest television episodes I have seen on any
program. It was one of the scariest Doctor Who episodes I have ever seen. I
choked up at seeing the lovingly brave resolve of two characters who, whatever
anyone may think of their place in the Doctor Who universe, exemplified a level
of personal commitment that should inspire. And finally, I am in admiration for
the new perspective we have of the Doctor. Fire and Rage, Oncoming Storm, Time-Lord
Victorious—and when it came right down to it, he could not fix this, and he
really should never be alone.
So, on to the episode. Keep your Daleks, Davros. Cyberleader,
go rust in a corner. Ice Men, sleep another several million years or so. The
Angels are frightening. They are with us. In our cities. On our buildings. Walk
by a graveyard, you may see a winged figure standing quiet watch. Look up at the high buildings. They are
gracing the tops. Perhaps you don’t remember the last few days because—you blinked.
All this is sparked by the Doctor reading a book by “Melody Malone,
who investigates Angels.” As the story progresses, they all learn that “Melody”
is in fact River herself. By the end of the story she knows she has to write
this book and send it to Amy for publication.
Now, this is where the viewer might just stop, wipe away a
tear or two, swallow through the lump and the throat, and simply scratch head
and say “what? WHAT?” Yes, I certainly paused. The whole racing through time to
ancient China, having River suddenly appear right then AS Melody Malone, and oh yes, using the Melody Malone novel-as-source---those offset my emotional bond to this
episode in general. Briefly, I emphasize. See, this is time travel. Time travel
in a machine that looks like a police box flown by a regenerating 1200 year old
alien. Who has created a few paradoxes along the way. I present as one example,
The Doctor’s Daughter. The Tardis
takes them to the planet because of Jenny, but, before Jenny has even been
created. Thus the Tardis ends up causing her to be created while it raced to go
meet her.
Now, lest one think that I might be overly-extremely
tolerant of plot holes and vague plot construction—I am capable of debating the
story in Inception with great
enthusiasm. There should most definitely be
consistency and a coherent logic in even Doctor Who.
But let’s face it—there is
a stronger consideration here. At its heart and in its soul, Doctor Who, at
least in my opinion, is mostly about the people. People sharing impossibly amazing adventures which are possible only because the people--the Doctor and his Companions--have each other upon whom to rely.
Our favorite Time Lord has always had companions. Many came and went through his life, but only since the Ninth Doctor have we come to appreciate just how much his companions have come to mean to him. I have said this before (as have other essayists in other places) but it can always bear repeating. Since 2005, Doctor Who has presented audiences with the power of friendship, of trust, of commitment, the wonder of “having your friend’s back” no matter what. Audiences shared all the “I love him, the Doctor” moments since Rose. But Amy and Rory have taught us that love exists separate and apart from the Doctor- that he may share in some reflection of that love, but in the end, we humans decide our destinies. Amy and Rory make it fashionable to love someone just that deeply—and not have it be the Doctor.
The Doctor and his companions
are fictional, and not real. They resonate with us most strongly simply because
(setting aside all the “OMG I want to marry the Doctor” and other assorted
fantasies) they show us that friends matter, and friendships carry us through.
We love, we endure loss; whether or not we ever love again thereafter, we have
known love. It never leaves us because it was with us once. The Doctor has been
told he should never travel alone. Neither should we. In a way, alien though he
is and will remain, however he regenerates, with whomever he may travel, his
overpowering need to never be alone, is also ours. In that moment, he becomes
the most human. The Doctor once said that his friends “are the best of him.”
That is the kind of friend we want to be. That is the kind of friend we want to
have.
The Doctor will return.
RIP Amy and Rory. Thank you for flaring so beautifully—and you really
never faded.
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