I will do my best to keep this review spoiler-free. All potential spoilers will be marked with **.
This past weekend, after a particularly long and grueling week, the Mutineer and I had the opportunity to see Jumanji: Welcome To The Jungle at an advanced screening for Amazon Prime members. We chanted “Jumanji, Jumanji, Jumanji” all the way to the theater, and it turns out that watching Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, Karen Gillan, Kevin Hart, and Jack Black run screaming through the jungle is an instant cure to a bad day. The film is a sequel to Jumanji (1995), and it embodies its predecessor’s light-hearted comedic action-packed tone.
If you’re in the millennial generation, you’ll recognize this film as welcome journey back to your childhood.
I admitted in a previous post that I was a terrible Whovian because I had refused to watch the Eleventh Doctor. I can now proudly say that I have (finally) caught up on the New Who episodes, much to the Collectiva Diva’s delight. I’m also proud to say that I accomplished one New Year’s Resolution this year: watch the Matt Smith episodes of Doctor Who.
So what was it that won me over to the Eleventh Doctor? Was it his bow tie? His bumbling awkwardness? The fez?
No, it was a young girl named Amelia Pond.
Time for another Who-fession: I like the Ponds more than I like the Doctor.
The Collective blog has had a few changes in the past weeks and it has been a while since we touched on the 11 Episodes of Eleven series. Readers, we are almost to the end of the journey. We’ve made the jump into season 7 it has been a season of change. Season 7 brings with it a shift in companions, costumes, intro music and opening sequence. I was underwhelmed by most of season 7, honestly, except for a few key episodes. I loved the addition of Rory’s dad to the storyline, but I missed River Song. The stories seemed so disconnected in the beginning, but they were all leading up to the inevitable shift in cast that audiences had been privy to for some time. I almost didn’t write about this particular episode. I really wanted to skip right over it for a couple of reasons. Namely, the Ponds and Moffatt. I have rec’d a number of Moffat episodes and there are so many other great writers on Doctor Who that deserve a bit of acknowledgment. Also, I realize I’ve gone on and on about River Song to the point where my bias is ridiculously obvious. Still, Whovians cannot deny the impact of this particular episode, and, with only 3 more to go in my series, I have to do it. After this painful experience, we can lose the bowtie, move on to a new adventure and remodel the TARDIS, but for now, we have to talk about The Angels Take Manhattan.
Oh, the Doctor Who feels. This episode is full of them. The show opens with Amy Pond fangirling over van Gogh paintings at the Musee d’Orsay with the Doctor spotting something alien painted into one of the artist’s pictures. Eleven decides to take his companion to investigate the strange face in the van Gogh portrait and meet the painter. At this point in the series (this is episode 10 of Matt and Karen’s first season together), we have watched the relationship develop between the Doctor and Amy, while the Timelord Victorious lay dormant inside of him. In a previous post, I briefly discussed the idea that the Doctor is a god, and when he acts like a god, people get hurt. In Vincent and the Doctor, Amy develops a relationship with a troubled Vincent van Gogh, even though she knows less than a year after their meeting, he will commit suicide.