Angel's here this week with a bit of a geek confession.
There was a show once, a little thing called Firefly. It ran a sparse few episodes and then through the moronitis of various studio executives, was canceled. I'm not along in my undying love of the show, I know that. A million voices cried out in anguish when it was canceled.
OK. I don't know if it was a million. I didn't count. But we have such a dearth of perfect SF TV series. You can throw other titles at me, go ahead, but nothing, nothing will ever match this one for me. It was the perfect ensemble cast - great actors playing quirky, sometimes sociopath characters with depth. Nine characters gazing out into the vastness of space and seeing something different:
There was universe building, There were political intrigues large and small. There were good guys and bad guys and lots (LOTS!) of gray areas. There was action, angst, funny moments and some of the best dialogue I've ever come across on television.
Oh, and spaceships and EVA's and interesting plots lines and Jayne's hat. If you're one of the lucky people who has yet to experience the wonder of this series, go do so now. It's stayed with me so strongly all this time, and though I'm still bitter that they wrenched it away from us, it's nice to know that there are tons of fans out there more rabid than I am.
I will, in moments of bleakness, sing the theme song still, that anthem to last-ditch hope defiance that still gives me chills:
Take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand... I don't care, I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me...