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I think Kim did have a point about Doctor Who being a bit cold under Moffat, but this is a good thing. From I writing perspective Moffat pulls the camera back farther from the characters than Davies did. We see the Doctor being a bit more alien. Amy’s psychology is revealed in expressions and good acting rather than long-winded Davies-style exposition.
When this approach works it is wonderful. Sometimes though you wind up feeling a bit cold towards the Doctor’s inhumanity. But this very inhumanity is fueled by this Doctor having a constant larger perspective (under this Doctor).
An example of this is at the end of “A Christmas Carol”. The episode is warm and happy. Then suddenly out of left field the Doctor says that some things have to end. Suddenly the warmth of the moment disappears as once again you are confronted with the Doctor’s alieness and clinical analysis of even the happiest of moments.