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And I was suddenly moved to watch the Doctor Who movie again, hadn't seen it in years and, it was much less bad than I remembered, or rather... 

I mean, it wasn't good; I sighed most mightily at the usual clutch of idiocies but all that 'Look! I is Jesus!', half-human, let's make kissy-face, Eye of Harmony (on the TARDIS people, on the TARDIS!?! I mean, what the....?) bollocks seemed so much easier to dismiss than it was back in the day (certainly no worse, actually rather less offensive than a lot of the crap Rusty's subjected us to over the years. Clearly, after 5 years of dealing with RTD, I have become immunised) and oh! People! What a marvellous Doctor Eight is! Despite the piss-poor material he has to work with, Paul McGann's Doctor just shines through with his Awesome Majesty of Total Awe.

Then there's Seven. Not my favourite in his day but Sylv more than makes up for the eighties (not his fault!) with his performance in this, and how good was it to see him again (VERY!)? And then there's jelly babies and 'I'll shoot myself' and the soundtrack and that magnificent Tardis, surely still the best Tardis interior ever? And being reminded why (despite the movie) Eight was able to edge Two from my personal top-slot to become my Most-Favourite Doctor.

And, horribly bad though it was in so many ways, it led to so much that is Good; the EDAs and Fitz Kreiner especially - without the movie, there would never have been a Fitz Kreiner and for that alone, it was worth every cringe.

So then I went and found this interview with the fabulous Paul McGann in which he talks of the movie and the importance of hair in Who, then spent a very merry hour delving through the archives and, I hope bibliodragon won't mind me pimping her magnificent Eight-Movie pic spam because it is so bloody good, words fail me.