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wrogActual Captain Scarlet dialog:
And for today, just in case you were wondering what Gareth Thomas did prior to Blakes 7, we have
And also the left-over turtleneck-cleavage shirts.
Just in case you were wondering.
This one was a British-German co-production. The second problem was that the Brits thought they were doing serious SF while the Germans thought they were doing "sex comedy" -- I strongly suspect, by the way, that "sex comedy" is a literal translation of some single, concise German word bearing centuries of cultural context, all of which just gets dropped on the floor when we switch over to English; in particular, whether or not this is supposed to have anything to do with actual sex or actual comedy, I can't really tell from this one example. In any case, the result is rather, well, odd. But it has its moments.
I caught part of one episode on WPIX (New York) one Sunday afternoon (which was apparently the best slot they could find for it) back in 1977 (for those of you not old enough to remember, we cue the discussion of the extent to which post Star-Trek-Classic 1970s TV was a complete wasteland in which even the original Battlestar: Galactica seemed a breath of fresh air), which was evidently good enough to flip my teenage "ok, this is good" bit.
Or maybe I just liked the turtleneck-cleavage thingies.
But it was no small source of frustration that I was never able to find it again. WPIX must have shown the series exactly once and then sent it back across the Atlantic with a threatening note attached to it.
Nor did it help that, because I didn't actually remember the name of series, I had to sit through an entire DVD set of 3 seasons of The Tomorrow People thinking that might have been it, looking for that one episode. Buh. At least The Tomorrow People lends itself to completely vicious parody possibilities ("Hi, we're homo superior, and we actually say that, too. Too bad about that whole Being an Evolutionary Dead End thing, eh? And we're cute kids on a TV show suitable for Saturday morning. And no, you're not supposed to find this even slightly creepy. Time to go off and play with our jaunting belts. Bye now."), except that's only pointful if people have actually seen the show, so... Oh, well.
But then I finally remembered something that I could type into Google.
Yay, Google.
I think I may have to build a shrine to Google.
COL. WHITE:
There goes a brave man.
LT. GREEN:
Easy to be brave when you're indestructible
COL. WHITE:
Now, now. That's quite enough of that!This would be the episode "Attack on Cloudbase" a.k.a. "Everybody Dies", or #30 out of 32. Methinks after 29 episodes, the writers were finally getting a bit frisky.And for today, just in case you were wondering what Gareth Thomas did prior to Blakes 7, we have
Star Maidens (1976)which, as an added bonus, also contains the answer to the enduring mystery of what happened to all of the left-over sound effects from Space: 1999.
And also the left-over turtleneck-cleavage shirts.
Just in case you were wondering.
This one was a British-German co-production. The second problem was that the Brits thought they were doing serious SF while the Germans thought they were doing "sex comedy" -- I strongly suspect, by the way, that "sex comedy" is a literal translation of some single, concise German word bearing centuries of cultural context, all of which just gets dropped on the floor when we switch over to English; in particular, whether or not this is supposed to have anything to do with actual sex or actual comedy, I can't really tell from this one example. In any case, the result is rather, well, odd. But it has its moments.
I caught part of one episode on WPIX (New York) one Sunday afternoon (which was apparently the best slot they could find for it) back in 1977 (for those of you not old enough to remember, we cue the discussion of the extent to which post Star-Trek-Classic 1970s TV was a complete wasteland in which even the original Battlestar: Galactica seemed a breath of fresh air), which was evidently good enough to flip my teenage "ok, this is good" bit.
Or maybe I just liked the turtleneck-cleavage thingies.
But it was no small source of frustration that I was never able to find it again. WPIX must have shown the series exactly once and then sent it back across the Atlantic with a threatening note attached to it.
Nor did it help that, because I didn't actually remember the name of series, I had to sit through an entire DVD set of 3 seasons of The Tomorrow People thinking that might have been it, looking for that one episode. Buh. At least The Tomorrow People lends itself to completely vicious parody possibilities ("Hi, we're homo superior, and we actually say that, too. Too bad about that whole Being an Evolutionary Dead End thing, eh? And we're cute kids on a TV show suitable for Saturday morning. And no, you're not supposed to find this even slightly creepy. Time to go off and play with our jaunting belts. Bye now."), except that's only pointful if people have actually seen the show, so... Oh, well.
But then I finally remembered something that I could type into Google.
Yay, Google.
I think I may have to build a shrine to Google.
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Date: 2006-08-01 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-01 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-02 07:53 am (UTC)At this point he's basically a Shit Factory and there isn't a whole lot going on beyond that.
Philip seems to be learning to cope, even though this is essentially his worst nightmare come to life, evidently.
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Date: 2006-08-02 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-02 07:54 am (UTC)