So, how bad was the Doctor Who Holiday Special?

Ever heard of the Titanic? No? Lucky you. I never wanted to see anything happening on that damn ship ever again, but hey, who wants originality? Russel T. Davies not.
And I'm no longer slightly irritated by, but actively loathing the idea of the Doctor as intergalactic sex-pot whose magnetic rodenty looks let every woman he meets fall in love with him. And who falls deeply in love with every white woman he meets after about five seconds.
What else is there to say about the episode? Oh, yeah, the plot...You know who wrote it, so you know how incredibly sloppy it was. And of course, there has never been any sensible dramatic composition in a Davis-episode. So, until the guy finds himself a writing partner or a story editor, we'll have to live through crap like this.
Although I bet that the new Torchwood season will be even worse.
Where's Paul Cornell when you need him?