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Yesterday I was so exhausted I had to retreat to my safest place, and I watched some Blake's 7.
Now, I've banged on in the past about the joys of watching Blake's 7 in widescreen (e.g. because it reveals every bit of the trowelled-on make-up in a way it was totally not intended to be seen), but on a flatscreen HD television we achieve new levels of bliss. It's like it's bathed in the pitiless glare of fifty gazillion Halogen lamps. Nowhere to run. Paul Darrow, your chin is bristly.
This programme really is the gift that keeps on giving.
OK, so it was the turn of 'Headhunter', and let's get this sorted once and for all - 'Headhunter' is joy, whatever![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mraltariel says, and it was joy before Muller's woman became the Oxo mum. The tender hand of Chris Boucher has lovingly caressed that script and as a result the crew bicker beautifully throughout. With each other, and with their hardware. "Scabby little rebel," Vila says to Orac at one point. Pot, meet kettle. But without doubt my favourite moment in 'Headhunter' is when the crew are confronted by the big old android that has got strangely taller ever since its head was removed (almost as if there's a full-sized man in there). "ENSLAVEMENT. OR EXTERMINATION!" the big old beast offers them. And the crew look ever so defeated, and then - not a word spoken - Avon rugby-passes the android's head to Vila, Dayna forces the door open with a hostess trolley, Tarrant throws another one at the robot, and they all leg it. Because you might all hate each other's guts, you might have nothing in common with this useless bunch of misfits that you've ended up stuck with, but when confronted with a crazy robot who wants to enslave you and the rest of humanity, goddamit it you work as one.
It's heaven. Later I'm going to watch 'Rumours of Death', eat ice-cream, and angst. It'll be like I'm seventeen all over again.
ETAcommunicator just pointed me to Simon Pegg being right about B7: "I don't remember ever questioning Blake's 7 or Doctor Who's technical quality. [Ed: Well, apart from Terry Wogan] I never thought 'oh that looks rubbish'. I just bought it completely and willingly. When things try and look real they ultimately fail. Blake's 7 and things like that were so tinpot, so cheap that you had to do some of the work yourself. You had to go to it, rather than let it come to you." And that's why the fanfic's smashing.
ETA2 Should have known Simon Pegg and Nick Frost would put B7 on last, well it is all about the finale, isn't it? Damn, I never tire of watching that scene.
Now, I've banged on in the past about the joys of watching Blake's 7 in widescreen (e.g. because it reveals every bit of the trowelled-on make-up in a way it was totally not intended to be seen), but on a flatscreen HD television we achieve new levels of bliss. It's like it's bathed in the pitiless glare of fifty gazillion Halogen lamps. Nowhere to run. Paul Darrow, your chin is bristly.
This programme really is the gift that keeps on giving.
OK, so it was the turn of 'Headhunter', and let's get this sorted once and for all - 'Headhunter' is joy, whatever
mraltariel says, and it was joy before Muller's woman became the Oxo mum. The tender hand of Chris Boucher has lovingly caressed that script and as a result the crew bicker beautifully throughout. With each other, and with their hardware. "Scabby little rebel," Vila says to Orac at one point. Pot, meet kettle. But without doubt my favourite moment in 'Headhunter' is when the crew are confronted by the big old android that has got strangely taller ever since its head was removed (almost as if there's a full-sized man in there). "ENSLAVEMENT. OR EXTERMINATION!" the big old beast offers them. And the crew look ever so defeated, and then - not a word spoken - Avon rugby-passes the android's head to Vila, Dayna forces the door open with a hostess trolley, Tarrant throws another one at the robot, and they all leg it. Because you might all hate each other's guts, you might have nothing in common with this useless bunch of misfits that you've ended up stuck with, but when confronted with a crazy robot who wants to enslave you and the rest of humanity, goddamit it you work as one. It's heaven. Later I'm going to watch 'Rumours of Death', eat ice-cream, and angst. It'll be like I'm seventeen all over again.
ETA
communicator just pointed me to Simon Pegg being right about B7: "I don't remember ever questioning Blake's 7 or Doctor Who's technical quality. [Ed: Well, apart from Terry Wogan] I never thought 'oh that looks rubbish'. I just bought it completely and willingly. When things try and look real they ultimately fail. Blake's 7 and things like that were so tinpot, so cheap that you had to do some of the work yourself. You had to go to it, rather than let it come to you." And that's why the fanfic's smashing.ETA2 Should have known Simon Pegg and Nick Frost would put B7 on last, well it is all about the finale, isn't it? Damn, I never tire of watching that scene.
