Doctor Who: Day of the Doctor

The Day of the Doctor. The 50th anniversary of the longest running science-fiction television show in history.
This is an episode fans have been waiting for 50 long years to see; the culmination of 13 doctors, 2 re-births, 1200 years, 11 TARDIS', 77,0000 viewers, one star-dipped cast; all building up to the single greatest episode in BBC's long history.
And it was ok.
The episode starts in a typical fashion, with 11 and Clara reuniting to answer a summons from an important historical figure and travelling off across the universe to find out what they want. And then we're introduced to the War Doctor. And then Rose comes back. And then Queen Elizabeth I comes out of the TARDIS riding on the back of a horse with the Tenth Doctor. And then a big timey-wimey hole opens up in the middle of the universe and they all somehow fall into an unpredicted Zygon take-over in the middle of sixteenth century Tudor England.
Story wise, yes, it was good. And it was, by far, one of the most entertaining and exciting episodes of Doctor Who to date. But it didn't make sense. Essentially, the premise of the episode is that the supposed 'War Doctor' is in fact the eighth Doctor, played by the legendary John Hurt, on the eve of committing one of the worst crimes in science-fiction history: the genocide of his own people. So, in an 'Ebeneezer Scrooge'-style twist, he is sent forwards in time to experience the consequences of his decision by none other than the interface of the killing machine itself; in the form of old companion, Rose Tyler.
And this is where it gets confusing. A great deal of the episode is centered around the interaction of the three Doctors, (Hurt, Tennant and Smith) and the glorious things they achieve together, using the memories and calculations of their previous incarnations, and whilst this is an incredibly clever idea, it does have it's major flaws. Now, as a beloved fan of the Rose/Ten companionship, I, and many other fans with me, were sincerely disappointed that, in having lost and found each other and lost each other again so many times, in this one final episode, they did not interact once. In fact, the episode goes so far as to put them in the same room, up against the same wall, and yet he cannot see her, speak to her, or even become aware of her existence beside him, due to the fact that she is, essentially, inside the War Doctor's mind. But yet, considering this, and considering the fact that both Ten and Eleven can vividly remember meeting their previous selves in this meeting, and can remember being taken to see themselves on the eve of this decision, it would surely suggest that they remember a Rose-shaped interface being the one to take them there as well? No? And even when Hurt exclaims 'Thank you Bad Wolf Girl!' and reveals her existence to the two Doctors, we are only a given a brief  'did you just say Bad Wolf Girl?' from Ten, which is then ignored without explanation. So again, whilst an intelligent idea, perhaps a little too advanced to be 100% plot-hole proof.
On top of this, we had the use of Queen Elizabeth I, played by Gavin and Stacey star, Joanna Page, whose role, whilst witty and well cast, unfortunately retained the standard characterization method used by all royally-written characters of Doctor Who (see Queen Victoria, Liz, and countless other's, all of whom have fallen victim to the lazy writing of Steven Moffat).
And finally, the feel of the episode. Whilst this may just be my personal take on the series, I just feel, in general, that Doctor Who has lost so much of it's original allure, and the sacrality it boasted in the first few series, under the writing of fan favourite, Russell T Davies. It's gotten too confusing, too complicated, and to go into it having missed only one episode the week before you could wind up finding half of the history dug up, wiped out and re-written by the egotistical authors who think it's 'time for a new approach to the show'.
The role of the Doctor used to be a beautiful thing. It used to be what children grew up aspiring to be. 'The Doctor' was the height of acting standard. It was the most commemorated casting in television.
And now... so what? People don't care anymore. No one knows what's happening, who's playing who, who lived and who died, who the companion is, which aliens to love and to hate. In today's TV land, people care more about who dropped an egg in The Great British Bake Off than who the Twelfth Doctor's going to be.
So, in conclusion, whilst it was nice to see some of the old favourites return, from David Tenant to Tom Baker, overall, both the episode, and the series, have lost their magic, and it's going to take something big to bring it back.