By Kevin O'Sullivan, Daily Mirror:
We're nearing the Apocalypse, the end of time is near… and The Master has returned from the dead wearing a hoodie. Give him an ASBO.
This terribly twisted Time Lord is determined to achieve world domination. But after the appalling way he ate his turkey, I think he should work on his table manners first.
Hey Mr Master… no one’s going to listen to you if you can’t use a knife and fork.
Is it me… or was Doctor Who’s Christmas excursion a pile of pretentious cobblers?
Actooors with deep voices booming verbose garbage like: “A shadow is falling over civilization… something vast is stirring in the night.” Ooh-er ducky!
Anyway, with David Tennant’s last exit looming, those guys with entrail beards called The Ood seem convinced the clock is ticking for mankind.
And, shamelessly hamming it up as the mad Master, John Simm keeps leaping thousands of feet into the air. How come the Doctor can’t do that?
But this nonsense is not for normal people.