The Bishop on 'The Eleventh Hour'

Two weeks since 'The Eleventh Hour', and the Bishop can remember but bugger all of what went on. It seems another and even more deliberate attempt to make Doctor Who be about something five years after 'Rose', and in doing so points feverish and inadvertently at its own lack of truth. What it might mean to hold onto imaginary childhood friends may well be worth exploring insofar as J. M. Barrie hasn't already, but for that imaginary friend to be real and be a magical wizard called the Doctor . . . this has nothing to do with anything, so how about a little less earnest probing and a little more thrilling adventure?

Karen Gillan, who should smoke and smoulder, doesn't quite light the Bishop's fire, and her accent oft times sounds as though she's swallowing it. She's more than capable, but a good bellwether by which to judge a show which isn't quite brave enough. For one, why not the young Amelia as companion? Why not both? Maybe we'll get this later down the line--we'll see. Matt Smith, meanwhile, does a passable David Tennant impersonation.