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And, cheery-bang, the ideas all seem to work. I would put that credit on the door step of two things. First, the ideas are smaller. No space pumpkins or species-wide mind wipes. No timey-whimey and no interdimensional rifts and psychotic space priests mucking things up by being more complicated then they need to be. The episodes have been keeping things grounded and streamlined, and that has allowed more time for characters to guide the series rather than explosions and running about. And when I say characters, I mean Clara. Only last week's Time Heist could be said to have been lead by Capaldi.
The rest of the series, it's been the Clara show, and her steadfast companion the Time Lord. usually, I'm very much against this sort of thing. The companions should know their place in the grand scheme of things. They are, after all, the ones companioning. When Rose or Amy were pushed to the front of the queue, it was warning lights and missable bits. Clara, this season, with Moffat clearly zeroed in on what she actually means as a character rather a plot device, has had a cracker of a time showing her off. But here we come to the gravest test of all: the day-in-the-life episode.
Hit the jump for the review, which contains spoilers that are not otters.