Foray into Science Fiction Fandom (13)

Today's blog is dedicated to crappy science fiction. By that I mean science fiction so bad that even I can't enjoy it.

Let us begin with Blake's 7, a show that ends in the entire cast dying in a giant suicide/murder. Frankly, that's all I know about it. I'm not encouraged. My dad thinks it's fabulous.

Red Dwarf comes next. For this show I'll say this: it's funny. Most people find it amusing to mock people more pathetic than they - hence the appeal of reality television. Red Dwarf revolves around a guy stranded on a huge garbage scow in space manned only by a sadly anal hologram, the being who evolved from his cat, and an artificial stupidity.

The Tomorrow People is the absolute worst show I ever recall slogging through. It was badly written, badly filmed, badly lit, and badly performed. It's basically a very young X-men with a safety net (Tomorrow People, Homo Superior, can't kill). I think I could forgive all of the show's faults if it could have captured the wonder of Harry Potter - the joy of discovering new abilities, and self-empowerment. It didn't. I don't. Really, find something else.

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  1. sjrocheAugust 31, 2009 at 9:09 AM

    There is a reason people generally blog about things that don't suck.

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