Orbiting a quiet backwater planet the massed forces of the universes deadliest species gather drawn to a mysterious message that echoes out to the stars - and amongst them the Doctor. Rescuing Clara from a family Christmas dinner the Time Lord and his best friend must learn what this enigmatic signal means for his own fate and that of the universe.
Review
I'm always prepared for the disappointment of Christmas the interesting looking parcel that turns out to be a pointless novelty destined for a charity shop the cracker jokes that are about as funny as a swift kick to the groin the supposedly 'deep' mince pie with very little mincemeat and the Doctor Who Christmas special that makes no sense whatsoever.
This year Doctor Who followed immediately on from popular saccharine crap Call the Midwife which could make almost anything seem good in comparison and for a while I was content to see Matt Smith do his usual routine flapping about and spinning on his heel while spouting nonsensical Whoisms. Plus in the first few minutes they threw in Daleks Cybermen AND Weeping Angels to keep fans happy.
Then it all went a bit Pete Tong…
The Doctor went to a twee Victorianstyle town called Christmas where he stayed for 300 years protecting the citizens from aliens while refusing to reveal his real name to the Time Lords on Gallifrey through an interdimensional crack in a wall. Meanwhile Clara pulled a few confused expressions (she wasn't the only one) and I had to fight nodding off despite not having touched a drop of alcohol all day long. To make matters worse Doctor Who eventually vanquished his enemies via an embarrassing 'deus ex machina' served up liked so much weekold turkey but which in turn at least heralded the arrival of Peter Capaldi who we can only hope will breathe some new life into this tired show.