Since getting my S5 DVDs for Christmas, I have watched "The Eleventh Hour" three times: once with my mother, because she was not as impressed by Eleven as I would have liked after we watched the Christmas special (well, I watched it, and she was there); once by myself to listen to the commentary; and once with friends at New Year's*. And every time? I could watch it again. It breaks my heart in all the best ways.



*A friend asked me to bring the DVDs. I was pretty good about not fangirling all over the place, but one tiny "oh, their little faces!" did escape me during Eleven and Amy's scene in the TARDIS. I am not made of stone, people. And--well. The expressions that flicker across Karen Gillan's face, back and forth between exhilaration and utter fear, are so fantastic. And it's become shorthand to talk about Matt Smith's alienness, but it's true.