I just have to get this rant out, though. And it does NOT contain what I would call "spoilers" if you haven't seen it.
I'm just NOT a happy camper. I've had my "fights" with Doctor Who in the past, swearing never to watch again. But I've always loved him. There'd never been any REAL danger of me leaving him. And it was never for the same reasons I'm feeling now. It was usually because I didn't want to be without him for so long. I've always been able to turn off logic and let it wash over me. I didn't need it all to make sense all the time.
But this was just different.
As I was trying to fall asleep, my brain kept picking it apart. I found myself needing certain things to make better sense than they did, trying to rewrite it for him and not really liking The Doctor being so helpless and clingy and emotionally unstable. MY Doctor would have never behaved that way and MY Doctor would have been able to fix it... or at least made it easier to swallow. MY Doctor would have been the strong one that selflessly gave them up. He would not have been the Doctor I saw in this episode.
MY Doctor, though he has his weaknesses, (just enough, but not too many so that he's so, um HUMAN) is always going to be the strong one, the one with the universe of knowledge and wisdom and good judgment. Angels Take Manhattan did not have MY Doctor in it at all.
And right or wrong, I will always associate this Doctor with Matt Smith. For the first time in my life, I'm ready for a new Doctor before we're given one. And I realize it's NOT Matt Smith, it's the writers. Matt Smith has actually done quite a good job with what he's been given. But right now I've reverted to a foot-stomping, tantrum-throwing 8 year old and I may need quite a long "time out" before I get over it.