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dreamer_easy) wrote2004-10-19 01:09 pm
dreamer_easy) wrote2004-10-19 01:09 pm
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Battlestar Galactica
Pix and SPOILERS behind the cut. Summary: incredibly brilliant show, a feminist quibble, James Callis easy on the eyes.
Jon bought the DVD of the rejigged BG miniseries and we sat with our mouths hanging open for four hours. It is brave. It is political. It is reasonably subtle. It contains actual acting, including hand gestures and visible strong emotions. It has professional characters doing their jobs in a believable way. It has Firefly camera tricks. It is more influenced by written SF than by Hollywood eye-sci-fi, with pleasing chunky low-tech-ness (it is Starship Troopers in which they have books of tables for hyperspace jumps?) and military terminology, but also contains a large dose of Star Trek II: the Wrath of Khan (still unsurpassed by any film in the series). It pissed off the fanboys no end, which endears it to my heart.
Also, it has James Callis as Gaius Balthar (who irresistably reminds me of Julian Bashir):
I wouldn't throw that out of bed for being an evil maggot.
The miniseries is so startling good, compared to recent Star Trek and especially compared to the miserable original show, that I have only one real quibble: we don't need any more reminders of how dangerous and treacherous female sexuality is, thank you. Not do we need any more boobs thrust into the camera. Thankfully, Number Six (Prisoneresque!) is from the same mold as Seven of Nine, ie she is smart and witty and jolly well acted as well as boobly. Oh look, here she is:
(Callis is three years younger than me. He has a BA in English Lit. He was Bridget Jones' gay friend in the movie.)
The show picks up feminist Brownie points for the incredibly useful President and for Starbuck, who could have been played by a man with almost no alteration to the character. (Cf Frank Pembleton in Homicide: Life on the Street; Andre Braugher was pleased the character was not specifically written to be Black.) In fact, Starbuck is so "male" that I parsed this scene as slash:
... theirluvitsounexpressed!
Jon bought the DVD of the rejigged BG miniseries and we sat with our mouths hanging open for four hours. It is brave. It is political. It is reasonably subtle. It contains actual acting, including hand gestures and visible strong emotions. It has professional characters doing their jobs in a believable way. It has Firefly camera tricks. It is more influenced by written SF than by Hollywood eye-sci-fi, with pleasing chunky low-tech-ness (it is Starship Troopers in which they have books of tables for hyperspace jumps?) and military terminology, but also contains a large dose of Star Trek II: the Wrath of Khan (still unsurpassed by any film in the series). It pissed off the fanboys no end, which endears it to my heart.
Also, it has James Callis as Gaius Balthar (who irresistably reminds me of Julian Bashir):
I wouldn't throw that out of bed for being an evil maggot.
The miniseries is so startling good, compared to recent Star Trek and especially compared to the miserable original show, that I have only one real quibble: we don't need any more reminders of how dangerous and treacherous female sexuality is, thank you. Not do we need any more boobs thrust into the camera. Thankfully, Number Six (Prisoneresque!) is from the same mold as Seven of Nine, ie she is smart and witty and jolly well acted as well as boobly. Oh look, here she is:
(Callis is three years younger than me. He has a BA in English Lit. He was Bridget Jones' gay friend in the movie.)
The show picks up feminist Brownie points for the incredibly useful President and for Starbuck, who could have been played by a man with almost no alteration to the character. (Cf Frank Pembleton in Homicide: Life on the Street; Andre Braugher was pleased the character was not specifically written to be Black.) In fact, Starbuck is so "male" that I parsed this scene as slash:
... theirluvitsounexpressed!