I have a special fondness of the Tom Baker era- I had a chance when I was in England to visit the TARDIS control room when it was on display at the Museum of Science and Technology. A lot of the controls had protective covers over them but a few you could work. I did not know much about the show then but a while later I started watching his episodes on the local PBS channel on Saturday nights- and there he was pushing those same buttons!
I think the show runners are really messing up the series- so many companions it is hard to find things for all of them to do. The shows are big on style but come up short in substance. Jodie reminds me a lot of David Tennant but seems held back and acting too confused most of the time. After the change the new Doctor is a bit out of it for a while but quickly defines themselves and takes control- David was up and in full form by the end of his first episode
DOCTOR: You cut my hand off.
SYCORAX: Ya! Sycorax!
DOCTOR: And now I know what sort of man I am. I'm lucky. Because quite by chance I'm still within the first fifteen hours of my regeneration cycle, which means I've got just enough residual cellular energy to do this.
(He grows a new hand.)
SYCORAX: Witchcraft.
DOCTOR: Time Lord.
ROSE: Doctor!
(Rose throws him another sword.)
DOCTOR: Oh, so I'm still the Doctor, then?
ROSE: No arguments from me!
DOCTOR: Want to know the best bit? This new hand? It's a fighting hand!
(They fight again. The Doctor disarms the Sycorax and thumps both hilts into it's abdomen, twice. It falls, right on the edge, overlooking London.)
DOCTOR: I win.
SYCORAX: Then kill me.
DOCTOR: I'll spare your life if you'll take this Champion's command. Leave this planet, and never return. What do you say?
SYCORAX: Yes.
DOCTOR: Swear on the blood of your species.
SYCORAX: I swear.
DOCTOR: There we are, then. Thanks for that. Cheers, big fellow.
HARRIET: Bravo!
ROSE: That says it all. Bravo!
DOCTOR: Ah, not bad for a man in his jim-jams.
(Rose helps him on with the dressing gown.)
DOCTOR: Very Arthur Dent. Now, there was a nice man. Hold on, what have I got in here? A satsuma. Ah, that friend of your mothers. He does like his snacks doesn't he? But doesn't that just sum up Christmas? You go through all those presents and right at the end, tucked away at the bottom, there's always one stupid old satsuma. Who wants a satsuma?
(The Sycorax leader gets up, grabs his sword and runs at the Doctor's back. The Doctor throws the satsuma at a control on the spaceship hull, a piece of the wing opens up and the leader falls to his death.)
DOCTOR: No second chances. I'm that sort of a man.