Well. I really liked “Vincent and the Doctor,” despite the rather silly monster of the week. The blind monster-chicken-thing didn't matter, really, because the heart of the story was Vincent (a wonderful Tony Curran) and a very restrained Doctor.
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
I'm not familiar with Curran's work, but I will be looking into his other roles based on what he's done here.
Perhaps it's because I'm an artist. Perhaps it was the sad and tortured Vincent van Gogh. Perhaps it was the release of emotion after last week when Rory died. I don't know, but this episode had me in tears at the end, just as Vincent was, in a museum of the future seeing and hearing how the world loved his art.
There was something very poignant about the fact that the Doctor couldn't save Rory, knows he can't save Vincent either, but at least he could give him that one moment of adulation and respect all artists seek.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
When “Doctor Who” can make me cry, I know it's been a good episode.
Best Parts: Vincent
Worst Parts: A blind chicken? Really? Who cares?
My Rating: Lovely. I think this could possibly be my favorite episode of the season.
I rate it a rare Sonic-Five.