Nitpicky Nerdism (What I've decided about recent Doctor Who)

(possible spoilers)
Now that I'm completely current on the last 6 series of Doctor Who I'm comfortable finally weighing in on which incarnation I prefer. And, not surprising if you know me, in my mind it's all down to who's writing. Steven Moffat is a master of wily devices and clever appropriations of porous time-logic. People and characters gain eons in the span of seconds and remember entire lifetimes that may or may not have taken place. He's profoundly sneaky and takes understandable pleasure in it. But what I miss and what makes me still prefer the Russel T. Davies years are the rich characterizations of series 1-4.
Davies and his team had the ability to invent 3 dimensional individuals and in the space of an hour have you be heart broken (or jubilant) at their fate. Consider the range of investment felt for the menu of previously unknown characters in the episode Gridlock from series 3. To say nothing of characters that received advanced arcs. Can you honestly imagine Moffat creating someone as complexly sympathetic as Donna Noble or Martha Jones? Or presiding over a story arc as rich in human complexity as Human Nature/The Family of Blood? The closest he's come in his run have been the Christmas Carol episode and The God Complex. Most of the time the effusion of games Moffat plays rather takes the piss out of the emotional payoff. It's hard to get too excited about the emotional journey of a character when their whole life experience goes by in a flash and is only the latest in so many such instances that you question if it's a plot point or the writer shouting, "gotcha!" After a while it can start to feel like your uncle pulling the coin from behind your ear for the billionth time (not that it has yet but it very easily could).
Both writers are fantasists in an older-than-television British tradition. If Davies built Dickensian tableau of human emotion, Moffat is more closely related to the phantasmagoria of Lewis Carroll. Both are valuable and immensely fun but while the imagery of Moffat's run may well prove more memorable, I suspect there will be no single moment in his run to compare with the ebullient and cathartic ride home in Journey's End, with all the companions piloting the Tardis together alongside The Doctor.
As a side note, perhaps to underline the relative importance of both Davies' and Moffat's respective strengths; I will accept no discussion on the simple assertion that the best episodes of the last six years were The Girl in the Fireplace and (especially) Blink. Both were overseen by Davies but scripted by Moffat. The characters of Madame Du Pompadour and Sally Sparrow are resonant and enduring as one expects of incidentals during the Davies years. While the Moffat trademarks of narrow misses across long years and ages spent waiting as the Doctor travels in an instant are fully intact in both.