So far, despite Matt Smith being (I think) the youngest Doctor on record, he actually comes across as more fatherly, even grandfatherly, toward the humans than Nine or Ten did. The old-man clothes might be part of it, but his mannerisms (and those brow ridges, somehow) are too. In short, he had me at his faintly shocked delivery of "Get a girlfriend, Jeff!"
And Amy--feisty! Scottish! Ginger! Yay! I'd totally want her if I were gay.
It feels like a completely clean start to me: new companion, new Doctor, new TARDIS even, with the plus of having Moffat as chief writer. That whole oddly-human angst of Ten's that I did love at the time but which was emotionally exhausting--eh, we're done with that, we're starting over with plain old fun.
But the Daleks in fresh new Kitchen-Aid colors? That was just silly. Come on.
New Who icon to come, as I get further along and find 11th-Doctor moments I want immortalized. In the meantime Ten can stand in.