Childish Glee

And so, for another year, we say goodbye to Doctor Who. I seem to have picked up a habit of missing the series finales, this year because I was at the cinema, watching Pirates of the Caribbean 2 (a film ostensibly aimed at children) rather than the much more respectable Doctor Who (a series ostensibly aimed at children). They both had their faults. In Doctor Who's case, awful cliched tripe dialogue (Said the Dalek to the Cyberman: "You are better than us at only one thing: dying"). And at two and a half hours, Pirates of the Carribean is tortuously long, for no real reason (certainly not for the plot's sake).

But both are redeemed by their sheer audacity. Gleefully, I watch as five million daleks descend upon London and exterminate everything in sight; and a band of rummed feulled pirates fight a Kraken and army of fish-men. In both mediums, there is nothing else that offers such wonderful escapist abandon.