But this: this was about a final hurrah of pleasure, a froth of scary silliness, an array of 10th Doctor tics with limited consequences.
Licking - check
Glasses - check
Unnecessary snog - check
We also had a silly scientist (a brilliant turn from Lee Evans), a suitably hawt 'never-to-be'-companion (an appealing performance by the all black tight garment and a tolerable turn by the woman within), UNIT saluting (hee) and a great get-out clause for the by now well-reported destruction of the bus in transit.
Without a TARDIS to translate there was a slightly different approach to creatures - so we got the flies in full click-click mode rather than in English. And the main monsters were too busy
So what if it wasn't utterly memorable. As a 200th story (on your marks, get set, SQUABBLE to all you Who fans) it certainly wasn't a ground-breaking way to commemorate the series - but it was somehow apt. It was funny, it was a bit scary, there was a proper alien planet, some aliens (both blokes in costumes and effects), some chasing, stupid humans, good humans, pseudo science and gadgetry, and a Doctor who wasn't (really) moping or being too manic. Just nice.
A very pleasant way to boost my spirits indeed. And even if the Mars trip forthcoming is the start of the gloomy descent into losing the Tenth Doctor (*SOB!* WAIL! GNASHING OF TEETH!) we will at least have the lovely Lindsay Duncan for company.
*We could have visited the Bute Tunnel set in that rain given they were filming overnight when H and I visited Cardiff. *sigh* And I've flown through Dubai. Vicarious pleasures in watching TV...