[I'm half human. On my mother's side.]

Tonight someone I know online posted that they were going to watch the Doctor Who movie, the American one with Paul McGann. I have a copy of it myself, mostly because I have a good deal of love for him by way of Withnail & I and the Horatio Hornblower series, but had never managed to watch the Who movie because so many people had gone on and on about how horrible it was. (Also, because so far I have managed to avoid watching any of the Old Who. It is a slippery slope, okay? I would do well to be concerned!)

And. So. They’re right. But the key point which they forgot is that I love bad movies. It’s true. And there was a LOT to love about this one. (Vague spoilers after the jump)

The 90s American TV production values, of course. How when the Doctor first steps out of the Tardis in San Francisco, of -course- he gets shot. All of the wanky hospital stuff, especially the “double exposure” excuse for the two-heart x-ray. The mindnumbing horror of Eric Roberts in the first place, let alone as the Master. His final costume (dying of the laughing, I was). The gag with the cop on a motorcycle going into the Tardis — brilliant! San Francisco Mean Time? What the hell? There was so much awful, but it was funny awful, and -that- I am pretty much always down with.

All that said, I really did dig McGann as the Doctor. I understand that there are 8th Doctor audios with him, so I suppose I will have to seek them out.