
‘Tis the season to wait eagerly for the Doctor Who Christmas Special. For me, truth be told, it’s the first year I’ve been anything like as keen, but this time around, it’s just about the most imaginary exciting box under my metaphorical tree.
In order to support his TARDIS-twist on A Christmas Carol, Steven Moffat has been giving a good fist full of interviews. At The NY Times, they even got on to the matter of Sherlock series two:
We’re gearing up [on Sherlock] – we’re doing another three films, so the other two writers have started. I won’t be able to start for a while, so I’ll come skidding in at the last minute and do my bit. The two of them [Doctor Who and Sherlock] run into each other quite a bit. There’s a pretty nightmarish portion of the year where I’m doing both. What can you do?
So, we can surmise that Moffat is writing one episode, Mark Gatiss is almost certainly writing another… and there’ll be a third one. Last year’s third leg, just hanging inert there in the middle, was written by Steve Thompson. I wasn’t too convinced by his episode at all.
I wasn’t wanting this pattern to be reprised. I was naively hoping for a more consistent series with more Moffat input. I might yet get the former, but it looks like the latter is out of the question.
At the moment, Thompson is working on the feature Another Brick in the Wall, a based-on-a-true-story account of the comprehensive school kids you can hear singing on Pink Floyd’s famous tune. No idea if that means he won’t be writing Sherlock, but, to be honest, I’d expect there will be a new writer for series two.
As to what the episodes will entail, the only real info is a teasing statement Moffat provided for a BBC press release:
We’ve been overwhelmed by the warmth of response to our new Sherlock Holmes and John Watson and can’t wait to take them on three new adventures next year. There’ll be baffling new puzzles, old friends and new enemies – whether on two, or four legs. And we might well be seeing the cold master of logic and reason unexpectedly falling. But in love? Or over a precipice? Who can tell?
Hmmm. I won’t holding my breath to see all of that play out.