following up tom’s post, i just realised i carry in my head a kind of “old person’s equivalent to kid’s free pass” in ref pop cult stuff: viz that if my dad (and obv it applied to my mum too) expressed liking for something, i never applied the “provocation and/or posture filters” that i’d automatically bring to bear if one of you lot say some mouthy ilx bigwig proclaimed a like or (more usually) a dislike for x, y or z
ie re eccleston-as-who: when we were watchin the “winged beats of time” ep, there wz a shot of ecc watching from the street corner in mute appalled disgust as rose created the timefold, and dad turned to me and said “he’s very good in this, isn’t he?”
and i chose to interpret this as “good as in just GOOD” (ie not some triply-complicated crypto-brechtian adjustment in ref what WE ONCE HOPED POP CULTURE WOULD BECOME or ditto) (this wz also why i liked talkin to mum abt TV: bcz she didn’t have an agenda beyond her own stimulation and distraction) — i KNOW my liking for dr who this time round is (partly) complex and positional, even though i also really do actually enjoy it “on its own terms”; but i assume my dad’s has none of the first tumult of faff, so he must be “less likely to be deluded’ about the latter — but now that i have written this assumption out cold, it seems questionable to me somehow (but how?) (or else why?)