Summary:
The Doctor takes Amy to different places after she has forgotten Rory and they end up in the Musée d'Orsay where they have a look at the exhibition of Vincent van Gogh. In one of Vincent's pictures, the Doctor sees a monster and he decides to visit Vincent to find out what he has seen. Amy and the Doctor find Vincent in a café, where he can't pay for his drinks. When Amy buys him a bottle of wine, they try to find out what Vincent knows about the monster but he is more interested in Amy. Then a young girl is attacked and killed and the villagers blame Vincent for it. Soon they find out that the monster is invisible and that only Vincent can see it. Back in the Tardis, the Doctor tries to find out what kind of alien is in the village with a strange gift from his godmother. He identifies the alien as a Krafayis, which is deadly and so they decide to hunt it. Therefore, they go to the church and in the evening, the alien appears in the window. Are they able to defeat it? Has Amy changed Vincent's life?
I like this episode, although the alien is a bit boring and more like a side story. The main focus is on Amy and that she can't remember Rory after he vanished in the crack but there is still some part of her that feels sad. That's also one thing that Vincent sees and maybe that's the reason why they connect so easily. I think Vincent is portrayed brilliantly and it's strange to see his different moods but it fits what we know about the painter. Today you would be able to treat something like that but not in his time. It's fascinating how they explain why he paints like he does and how he sees nature around him. Vincent's death is probably a fixed point in time and that's the reason why Amy couldn't change the time of his death. Nonetheless, she has changed something for him and he has painted the sunflowers for her. A really nice episode to catch your breath a bit before the finale hits us.
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23 September 2013
19 September 2012
Quotes from "Vincent and the Doctor"
Vincent: It seems to me there's so much more to the world then the average eye is allowed to see. I believe, if you look hard, there are more wonders in this universe then you could ever have dreamed of.
The Doctor: You don't have to tell me.
Amy: I'm sorry you're so sad.
Vincent: I'm not. These moods torment me for weeks, for months, but I'm good now. If Amy Pond can soldier on, then so can Vincent Van Gogh.
Amy: I'm not "soldiering on." I'm fine.
Vincent: Oh, Amy. I hear the song of your sadness. You've lost someone, I think.
Amy: I'm not sad.
Vincent: Then why are you crying? It's all right. I understand.
Amy: I'm not sure I do.
Amy: You do have a plan, don't you?
The Doctor: No, I have a thing. It's like a plan, but with more greatness.
The Doctor: I remember watching Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel. Wow, what a whinger! I kept saying to him "Look, if you're scared of heights, you shouldn't have taken the job then." And Picasso, what a ghastly old goat! I kept telling him, "Concentrate, Pablo. It's one eye, either side of the face."
The Doctor: Is this how time normally passes – really slowly, in the right order? If there's one thing I can't stand, it's an unpunctual alien attack.
Vincent: But you're not armed.
The Doctor: I am.
Vincent: What with?
The Doctor: Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I'm absolutely sorted.
The Doctor: Amy, only one thought. One simple instruction: Don't follow me under any circumstances.
Amy: I won't
(the Doctor enters the church)
Vincent: Will you follow him?
Amy: Of course.
Vincent: I love you.
Vincent: Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We're so lucky we're still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black, without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blue and through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air. And then shining, burning, bursting through through the stars. And you see how they throw their light. Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
The Doctor: I've seen many things, my friend, but you're right. Nothing... quite as wonderful as the things you see.
Vincent: (seeing the TARDIS interior) How come I'm the crazy one, and you two have stayed both sane?
The Doctor: Between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?
Dr. Black: Well... um... big question, but, to me Van Gogh is the finest painter in the world. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of color most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
Amy: We didn't make a difference at all.
The Doctor: I wouldn't say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey. (hugs her) The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
The Doctor: You don't have to tell me.
Amy: I'm sorry you're so sad.
Vincent: I'm not. These moods torment me for weeks, for months, but I'm good now. If Amy Pond can soldier on, then so can Vincent Van Gogh.
Amy: I'm not "soldiering on." I'm fine.
Vincent: Oh, Amy. I hear the song of your sadness. You've lost someone, I think.
Amy: I'm not sad.
Vincent: Then why are you crying? It's all right. I understand.
Amy: I'm not sure I do.
Amy: You do have a plan, don't you?
The Doctor: No, I have a thing. It's like a plan, but with more greatness.
The Doctor: I remember watching Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel. Wow, what a whinger! I kept saying to him "Look, if you're scared of heights, you shouldn't have taken the job then." And Picasso, what a ghastly old goat! I kept telling him, "Concentrate, Pablo. It's one eye, either side of the face."
The Doctor: Is this how time normally passes – really slowly, in the right order? If there's one thing I can't stand, it's an unpunctual alien attack.
Vincent: But you're not armed.
The Doctor: I am.
Vincent: What with?
The Doctor: Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I'm absolutely sorted.
The Doctor: Amy, only one thought. One simple instruction: Don't follow me under any circumstances.
Amy: I won't
(the Doctor enters the church)
Vincent: Will you follow him?
Amy: Of course.
Vincent: I love you.
Vincent: Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We're so lucky we're still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black, without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blue and through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air. And then shining, burning, bursting through through the stars. And you see how they throw their light. Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
The Doctor: I've seen many things, my friend, but you're right. Nothing... quite as wonderful as the things you see.
Vincent: (seeing the TARDIS interior) How come I'm the crazy one, and you two have stayed both sane?
The Doctor: Between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?
Dr. Black: Well... um... big question, but, to me Van Gogh is the finest painter in the world. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of color most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
Amy: We didn't make a difference at all.
The Doctor: I wouldn't say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey. (hugs her) The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
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