This used to be such a hopeful, optimistic show - you know, back in the days when the Doctor was just a traveller who would wander into a situation and then do what he could to help, and no one blamed him when things went wrong because fixing the whole universe wasn't seen as his responsibility. The show has developed a strong sense of entitlement along the way, to the point where the Doctor is blamed whenever something happens that he couldn't prevent (you're good at saving people, so how dare you not manage to save everyone!), and that's been bad enough, but then...along comes an episode like this, where everyone just flat out gives up and decides they can't be bothered surviving, so that's that. And it gets all dressed up as Deep, Meaningful and Significant, presumably in hopes that no one will notice what a load of nonsense it is! Everyone was out of character, because the plot required Clara to have that exchange with the Doctor about not wanting to be the last of her kind, so everything building up to that moment had to be twisted to achieve it. Even though it made no sense at all.

And people wonder why I don't get on with the narrative style of the Moffat era.

We desperately need a showrunner who isn't a fan in the way that Moffat is. Someone who won't bring as much baggage to the job, who can take a step back, strip away the overcomplication of recent years and get the show back to basics. Because there is so much potential and elegance in the central concept of the show that's been buried beneath the weight of complicated plot arcs in recent years.