Further Thoughts on Utopia.

( Spoilers abound )

GIP!

Dear Forces of the Universe,

I'll pay you to make the plotbunnies go away, especially if you can make them go away during really important meetings at which I'm supposed to be taking notes but end up thinking about Jack and/or Ten and/or Master filth, instead.

I've got a dollar...

Love,
Me.

Grr...

I'm about 11 minutes into Evolution of the Daleks and I think I can say the following without an ounce of reservation: what a heap of horseshit.

I say this as a particular fan of the Daleks, mind you - look at my domain name, fer Crissakes. I'm usually pretty easy to please when it comes to the Daleks, honest. The fact that this is failing to please me is bad news, indeed.

( Further frothing, slightly spoilery )

PS.

Yep. Terrible.

Not even Raynor's hilarious fetishes could save this one...

And I want to take brillo to my eardrums to scrub away the memory of those godawful accents.