Monday, July 25, 2016

Shoulder Zippers

Given my stress, I took the luxury of viewing the very first episode of Space 1999 and if US producers would stop treating their viewing public like idiots we'd have fewer pyroclastic schizophrenic snaps like Cho. The production values allow us to overlook Landau's temper tantrum mien, and I did indeed ask Comet, perhaps in vain, to buy the broadcast rights. Star Gate made a nice, exotic movie, but the series pollinates Apollo with Egyptology as a stand in for an apologetic multicultural nod towards Africa's contributions in the advance of civilization. As a viewer, I am rarely, very rarely, drawn in, with a rare exception to Richard Dean Anderson's replacement having a back story with amputee scar tissue. I not only want to see Space 1999 aired in my area, I want it revived, and that's easy enough for you to consider, n'est pas? Television loyalties aren't difficult, unlike the blows toward extinction. I'm hungry; we'll pick this up again, another time.

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