Let's start with reminding everyone that I have ghetto cable and had to wait until Jeckyll was avaible to rent from Netflix. I love Netfilx, but that is another forum topic.
Being a big fan of Moffat's writing on Doctor Who ("Are you my mummy?" and "Hey, who turned out the lights?" for starters), I put the first DVD into the magical machine in great anticipation of being scared and thrilled by this six-part miniseries. Don't you just the BBC and how a miniseries can be longer than two episodes? Again, BBC television is a whole other topic.
Anyway, Moffat and James Nesbit as Dr. Jackman and Mr. Billy Hyde were wonderful in this modern re-telling of the man whose inner demon manifests itself in all sorts of nasty ways. I love how Mr. Hyde is viewed as the next stage of human evolution.
The story was going so well, I suspended my disbelief in a few bumby spots because I was having fun with it, and then THE LAST 45 SECONDS OF THE SERIES HAPPENED! It was as though Moffat had been promised nine episodes and was told at the last minute, after shooting began, that he would get only six. He threw some lame-ass ending just like my students write conclusions for they essays they write in class. They write and write and do not know how to finish their essays, so they bring them to a horribly screeching halt. Again, I digress, but you get my point.
I hope that when Moffat takes the helm on Doctor Who that he does not run into these brain farts in his writing.