Afraid I haven't bothered reviewing any episodes since before the halfway-hiatus. Reason? They've been so boring, predictable and infantile ever since A Good Man Goes To War that, frankly, C.B.A. And I still can't. If the makers don't feel like making an effort, why should I? I'll give a few thoughts, but not a proper review.
This season, just like last year's, started so well and has since sunk into the mire of a whimsical, self-indulgent, infantile ideas-void. We've known since week one that the Doctor faces an appointment with destiny in the final part, we've known since about week eight that River Song is the likely murderer, and so ever since, the season has been frantically treading water, trying to find ways of filling out its episode-run before it's allowed to drag itself back to the inevitable. This is an indictment of the story arcs that modern Dr. Who has become so dependent on. It counts on its audience being so eager to see how the running theme plays itself out that they'll keep coming back to watch subsequent episodes regardless, so it feels it doesn't have to bother with making individual stories any good. The impression I get though is that this is not the case. The signs are that a lot of story-starved fans, myself included, are so exhausted with the meandering season-arcs, the crowbarred over-emotional exposition, and the zany smugness that permeate the series that they are on the brink of deserting it. Most of the crudeness of the RTD era is thankfully gone, but little else has improved, at least not to a consistent standard.
As for this episode itself, about the only thing I liked about it was the subtle tribute to Patrick Troughton's lines in The Three Doctors/The Five Doctors ("Been doing up your flat? I don't like it at all." - only a rough quote there, as I refuse to re-watch the episode and get it right). The puerile attempts at homoerotic humour would have made the cast of the Carry On films go red in the face, and the "killed them with love" trash near the end made me want to throw up. I don't want to sound like some testosterone-fuelled, soldier-boy macho-pants, but bloody man the hell up a bit, Dr Who!
In fact, this was so bad, even my mum, who's usually an unashamed squueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-shrieker for the rebooted series, admitted she found it tiresome and childish. Normally you'll never hear her speaking up for the old series in favour of the new, but I was sure I heard her muttering, "Bring back Colin Baker..." at least once while the story failed to progress.
Rubbish, just utter rubbish. 3/10.