the moffat era of Doctor Who has been a bit marmite for me. i loved Matt in the eleventh hour and the entirety of that series if i'm honest, moffat was going for a modern fairytale feel to his Who and it almost worked. Then came confusion. I consider myself a reasonably clever individual with all natural faculties and abilities needed to ensure i can fend for myself on this rock hurtling around the sun. but dear god, everything from the Doctor dying by a lake in America to the finale of series 7 was damn near indecipherable.
for me, moffats era in charge of Doctor Who was redeemed entirely by the 50th anniversary special and the time of the doctor seemed, to me at least, as though Moffat was drawing a line under this 'modern fairytale' nonsense once and for all. the time of the doctor made no sense, but it didn't have to. all it had to do was end the eleventh doctors story in as magical and as fantastical a way as it began and, boy-howdy, it did just that.
Capaldi is, imo, the breath of fresh air that Matt was when he started. Back then RTD, DT and DW in general had stagnated. It had settled into it's rhythm, it had found a formula that worked and it was literally flouncing that formula to death. (the last 5 Tennant stories are the anti-thesis of flogging a dead horse, Tennant should have regenerated at the end of JE for bigger drama and lulz etc.)
What we need from Who now are great individual stories that form an arc, not the wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey uber "cleverness" we've had for the last 2 series. added to that is Capaldi, an actor who wants to play the Doctor and, if we can open our hearts to an older and more conventionally aged Doctor, we might find in him the greatest Doctor yet.
that being said, Matt's goodbye made me shed a tear so i can't possibly tear into an episode that succeeded in making a 28 year old grown man cry on christmas fucking day.