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Blue Boxes and Second Chances
When Doctor Who came back in 2005, it brought with it something magical. It wasn’t just the return of a TV show; it felt like the start of something big. Even after the episode ended, you could watch Doctor Who Confidential and get a behind-the-scenes look at how it was made. Looking back, I wish I had known about the show when it was airing then. It would’ve been amazing to experience that buzz in real time.
Instead, I came to Doctor Who a bit later. I was around ten or eleven. One of my sister’s friends knew about the show and that’s how my sister told me about the Weeping Angels. That stuck with me. I don’t remember what my first episode actually was. Maybe it was Blink because of that conversation, or maybe Rose because I’d already gotten curious and decided to start from the beginning of the revival, not realizing at the time that there even was a classic series. To be honest, I don’t think I figured that out until around Series 7.
Funny thing is, I had a friend a few years earlier who loved Doctor Who, but I didn’t take him seriously back then. I just didn’t get it, not until I started watching with my sister on Netflix. We binged episode after episode, and I remember how many of them stuck with me long after watching. We’d talk about them, rewind moments in our minds. It became something we shared.
What I loved most about Doctor Who when I was younger was how mature it felt. The themes and emotional depth made it the most grown-up show I’d ever watched. It didn’t shy away from complicated feelings or big ideas, even while being fun and strange. The companions felt real, with families and personal stories that mattered. The music could break your heart. It was unlike anything else on TV.
We kept going until Series 9. Then one day, Doctor Who disappeared from Netflix. Just like that, I stopped watching. I didn’t even realize they were still making new seasons. I wasn’t really proactive about it at the time. It just faded from my life without a proper goodbye.
A few years later, surprisingly, I hadn’t thought about the show even for a second since it vanished from Netflix. Then a friend came over, and he said something like, “Do you know a show with a blue box that can fly?” The moment he said those words, something clicked. I became an obsessed fan all over again. Suddenly, I remembered how much I loved the show. That feeling surprised me because I hadn’t thought about it in so long.
I dove back in, watching everything again from Series 1 all the way through Series 12, the latest season at the time. After that, I started watching “WhoTubers”, spin-offs, behind-the-scenes content, and obviously, the classic series. I made a point to watch every new episode as soon as it was released. I even went from Montreal to Cardiff, where they film Doctor Who, visiting previous and current filming locations. I even had the chance to meet Ncuti Gatwa, Matt Smith, Sylvester McCoy, Colin Baker, and Millie Gibson. Don’t expect any less from a Whovian!
I probably have already spent about 3 percent of my life on this show if I ever become a centennial. That’s why I thought, why not do something with all this love and knowledge? Why not write these reviews? I love Doctor Who, but it’s really New Who, the revival era, that’s the reason you’re reading these words right now.
“We’re all stories, in the end. But maybe that’s okay, because stories can change the world.” - The Twelfth Doctor
25 sept. 2025
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