Why Dr. Who series 8 makes me cry.

So, it's 23rd August, 2014, and the eighth series of modern Doctor who is about to begin with Deep Breath. Surfing on a hype train larger than WATCH_DOGS and Destiny Combined, Peter Capaldi as the legendary time traveller is about to explode onto your television!

76 minutes later, the internet is exploding about how awesome Deep Breath was, and I seem to be the only one sitting there thinking 'wat'.

Precisely, outdated memes FTW. Now, a quick breakdown of the 12 episodes of series 8:

Deep Breath: Yeah, Deep Breath is bad, just straight up BAD.
Into the Dalek: Getting better,
Robot of Sherwood: Ok, also quite bad. But, it's good bad. At least  it's trying...
Listen: *sniff*
Time Heist: Running at speed...
The Caretaker: ...and faceplanted immediately afterwards...
Kill the Moon: ...only to break it's legs for no reason when it gets back up.
Mummy on the Orient Express: MISSION SUCCESS
Flatline: I'm so sorry for doubting you...
In the Forest of the Night: Great, thanks for throwing me down the well...
Dark Water: Oh, now you're offering me a hand to help me up?
Death in Heaven: Nope, just a bucket of cold slop to top it off...

You know, despite the tone taken in my list, I didn't really hate it. It's certainly above the really quite bad series 7, and the unthinkably terribly series 6, but it's still just...bad. So many talented actors, good writers and directors (Not inc. Moffat...), but it's just so underwhelming. We were promised a new Doctor, which is what we got. A morally good Doctor? Maybe not. A half decent series?

Ehehehehehe.....No chance.