There have been rumblings and rumors (rumours?) but now it’s official: David Tennant is set to step down as Doctor Who after this next (short) season.
I cry. I cry big tears of sadness.
<–That is David Tennant as the Doctor over there, in case you were wondering. The smexy one with the sonic screwdriver. [edit: over thataway now that I’ve remodeled the place –>]
David Tennant has been a spectacular Doctor. Christopher Eccleston was damn good too, as the ninth doctor, but DT has been spectacular. I’ve loved him ever since first I saw him:
when he played a parson or vicar or something named Gibson in the BBC adaptation of He Knew He Was Right by everyone’s favorite Victorian novelist, Anthony Trollope. Total scene-stealer, and already the women were fighting over him. I was thrilled when he was cast as the Doctor, and I am saddened that he is retiring, and I will continue to follow his career. I think he’s still gallivanting around London as Hamlet, but I’m not sure.
And with Russell T. Davies, the writer and producer who pretty much kick-started the Doctor’s return (in 2005), also stepping aside, I wonder where the series is going to go. I look forward to the Doctor’s future with hesitant excitement. It’s been so good, I am afraid of what might happen now.
But before that happens, time for the fun part of all this… let the speculation on #11 begin! I’m going to go ahead and cast my vote now:
ALAN DAVIES AS THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR!!! You know it needs to happen.