The conclusion of Toby Whithouse's two-part story left this reviewer with a massive headache brought on by confusion and frustration.
Doctor Who goes back to basics with a classic "base-under-siege" story.
Another strong episode is nearly suffocated with clutter. Is Steven Moffat just too goddamned clever for his own good?
Davros is back. The Daleks are back. The Master is back. Goddamned Doctor Who is back, and I couldn't be happier.
At turns merry, scary, and melancholy, Steven Moffat's "Last Christmas" gets at the real heart of the holiday.
The shaky train of Season Eight goes spectacularly off the rails in the worst story Steven Moffat has ever written.
If you want us to apply fairy-tale logic to Doctor Who, the tale in question needs to be better than this shapeless trifle from Frank Cottrell-Boyce.
I can be as grumpy as the next critic, but seriously: anyone who can't love a Doctor Who episode like "Flatline" should get out of the Doctor Who-loving business.
On paper, Jamie Mathieson's debut has all the elements of a great episode, but this "Mummy" never quite comes to life.
Tough decisions, difficult confrontations, and painful emotional growth: sometimes, Doctor Who isn't meant to be easy.
"The Caretaker" is a relatively light episode of Doctor Who, but that doesn't mean there aren't important things happening: some of them kind of troubling.
"Time Heist" isn't bad, it just isn't much of anything: it's all surface, no substance, delivering nothing more or less than what was promised in the title.
Steven Moffat's stunning, exquisite "Listen" is an episode about nothing, and recognizing that nothing can be a very scary thing.
"That would be a rubbish idea," the Doctor says, and he might as well be talking about the entirety of Mark Gatiss's "Robot of Sherwood."
With an older star, a darker tone, and a slower pace, this is not your father's Doctor Who. (Or, more to the point, it is…)