Well. I really liked “Vincent and the Doctor,” despite the rather silly monster of the week. The blind monster-chicken-thing didn't matter, really, because the heart of the story was Vincent (a wonderful Tony Curran) and a very restrained Doctor.
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
I'm not familiar with Curran's work, but I will be looking into his other roles based on what he's done here.
Perhaps it's because I'm an artist. Perhaps it was the sad and tortured Vincent van Gogh.