For the past couple of days I've been catching up with various TV shows that I keep following but then fall hopelessly behind for one reason or another. Heroes is one such show.
I'd stopped on episode 15 of series one and never gotten around to finding how whether saving the cheerleader would save the world. Now I know, and I'm sure we can wave goodbye to a few of the cast members. But as this is science fiction, anything can happen and let's face it - no regular cast member really ever leaves a show. This has been demonstrated by Star Trek, Stargate and countless other shows. Whether it be a parallel universe, clones, holograms or whatever, a dead character can come back somehow.
Heroes has had some pretty impressive guest stars during my epic viewing sessions - Malcolm McDowell, Christopher Ecclestone and Eric Roberts. What are the chances of seeing two actors from Doctor Who (Ecclestone the 9th Doctor, and Robers playing the Master from the 8th Doctor's very limited appearence) appearing together in one show like this, eh? That said, my top praise goes to George Takei, Masi Oka and James Kyson Lee who have provided a very consistent highly entertaining performance throughout.
Battlestar Galactica. A show I ought not to like. Back in the very early 80's I absolutely adored Glen A. Larson's original series. I had the curtains. I had the bedspread. I had the toys. But when I was 5 or 6 during one Christmas Eve, my eagerness for the show soon came to a screeching stop. I think I sipped a little wine from my father's wine glass, fell asleep with my eyes open, and then put to bed.. where I had a major hallucination. I experienced the robotic Cylons step out of the curtains to hold an impromtu Christmas carol service. Zippy and Bungle from Rainbow walking their way up from the bottom of my bed. My grandmother came in to my room at one point and then went into the closet - never to re-emerge (and I went over to open the closet and she wasn't there). The whole lot accumulated in one of those spikey floating tortue balls from Star Wars chasing me out of my room and leaving me sweating on the staircase. I was sure glad to get downstairs on a very early Christmas Day to open my presents. And this, seriously, is one reason I have never, NEVER wanted to take any form of narcotic whenever the situation presented itself in my later years. It's those bloody Cylons' fault.
Anyway, the Ron D. Moore re-imagining of BSG is absolutely wonderful. I love it to bits. There is truly some exciting and wonderful stories which entertain and shock in equal measure. The final series is now airing and I'm predicting the whole thing is merely the dream of God's cat - something not unlike Douglas Adam's vision of how the Universe is run. Whatever happens, it's going to be explosive. Can't wait. I really hope that Gaius Baltar is a Cylon, but then again what about Kara Thrace? All very mysterious.
Here's a bit of a surprise. Pushing Daisies is one show that I didn't think I would like. It's very .. Amelie. Heck, the pilot episode even uses one track from the Amelie soundtrack in a scenario not unlike that of the film. But the narrative and presentation is where the similarity ends. The plot is wonderfully bizzare. Barry Sonnefeld's influence makes a huge impact on this series, and I love the performances from Anna Friel, Lee Pace and Chi McBride. I hope this continues to do well.
And finally, I checked out David Hewlett's (McKay from Stargate Atlantis) directorial and writing debut in A Dog's Breakfast. Starring his real life sister as well as cast members from Stargate SG-1 and Atlantis, this is the tale of a brother who dislikes his sister's fiance immediately and sets about doing something to get rid of him. No matter what it takes. Of course, everything backfires big time and a grisly series of events occur.
This is a very enjoyable and chucklesome film, and David Hewlett is always very entertaining. Good to see Christopher Judge not playing Teal'c for a change and bringing a LOT more range and emotion into his performance. Paul McGillion, whom I've always heard with a Scottish accent in Atlantis, has a surprisngly strong Canadian accent. He plays his part well, as does Kate Hewlett who plays his fiance.
And now I'm about to check out the Sontarans return to Doctor Who. I'm still not quite sure what to make of this current season. Some of it is decidedly iffy, such as Planet of the Ood (how many bloody brains do the Ood have and what's with that giant brain exactly - they seem to function just fine in the Impossible Planet/The Satan Pit) and Partner's in Crime. Even The Fires of Pompeii wasn't that much fun. I am liking Catherine Tate, much to my surprise. Personally I can't wait to see what Steven Moffat brings to the table this season - him, along with Paul Cornell, being one of the strongest writers on the writing staff.
Still it could all be worse. It could have turned into Gerry Anderson's Space Precinct. One of the most ghastly science fiction shiows produced. Badly written, badly acted. The special effects were marvellous, but some of the make-up effects (created, ironically, by Neil Gorton of Doctor Who) looked terrible.
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