I suspect most hardcore fans will be pleased about this. Me too. The Doctor needed to get over himself. That emo stuff was starting to be tired. All the same I do think, for a while there, the hurtness and neediness gave the character- and the stories- a depth they now lack. Matt Smith is jolly good fun, but there's no mystery about him. Where once the Doctor was our dream lover, he's now our mildly autistic history professor.
Vampires of Venice was bog-standard Who. Alien of the week- earth in danger- lots of running about- Doctor pulls plug on doomsday machine. What made it a little bit special was the art direction. Ah, death in Venice!