Either way, it says a lot about us, and most of all about where our particular personal pride and self-image comes from, w/r/t to this particular thing at this particular time. "I am a Real Fan," says the apologist, and "This show is going down the tubes" says the newborn fan who feels burnt by the show returning to its sexist, heartless, meaningless roots. Neither of them are right, neither of them particularly behaving in a flattering way, but definitely -- I think you can see -- embroiled in an unhaveable conversation, in which stances are taken and defended to the death that have little merit and even less consequence. And if I had figured this out sometime over the past five years, maybe I could have gotten onboard with that, because gentle teasing about a silly fun thing is not something I'm terrible at, but the hateful futility of waiting for Godot with this particular iteration of the show has, at points, turned me completely terrible.)
Stonehenge! The Doctor and Song run around analyzing the rocks looking for ghosts and explaining shit to Amy, like how Song's not been to the Byzantium yet in her personal history, and eventually coming around to reexplaining the Pandorica once more, given their analysis: "If the Pandorica is here, it contains the mightiest warrior in history. Now, half the galaxy would want a piece of that. Maybe even fight over it." He puts a shapely ear to one big rock, and realizes they need to go down.
Science, and then a rock moves aside, leading them down old, old steps into Underhenge, which is under Stonehenge, which hence the name. Spooky ongoing times, and a Cybusman head nobody noticed, back up above, sparking and wiggling and being scary, and then they reach the central chamber, wherein is found among much musical grandeur the Pandorica. It's lovely, sort of Lament-Configurationy, and from off its door and stepping over more Cyberparts, the Doctor reads his story:
"There was a goblin. Or a trickster, or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. And nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world."
Now this, I can get into. If there were a story here, what a wondrous one: The most appealing regeneration to take the title, held accountable for all the petty slights and destructions of his 900 years. Especially in this season, where at least once an episode he lets somebody down in a major damned way, which has been one of the most intriguing themes all year. There's a neat little exchange here too, where the Doctor explains that the goblin was tricked into the bottle by a "good wizard," which River jokes about, how it's invariably the Doctor those stories are about.