Mighty mouse
Sillycon Valley
- Joined
- Jun 11, 2006
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Unlike those who try to watch Torchwood (presumably through a misguided loyalty to Doctor Who) I tried to slake my addiction for SF by watching Andromeda. In a moment of post fix clarity I have to say whilst Torchwood seems to neatly encapsulate what is wrong (and occasionally good) with UK SF, Andromeda, in parallel, seems to illustrate what is wrong with American SF.
The SF equivalent of a nothing chamber, it features a geek called Harper who talks like you have FF him and a religous nut called Rev who talks like a bad thesaurus. As far as I can discern, few of the plots make sense and serve minimally to allow Sorbo to procreate.
Perhaps the 'writers' are of a religous leaning and feel the need to imbue nay immerse the story lines with metaphysical meaning. Well Dune may have achieved a heady mix of belief systems but Andromeda struggles a little but then gives us rabid garbage akin to that uttered by those people who mutter in the street. Eye candy wrapped up as mind candy.
Then we have Torchwood, which, apart from employing actors who apparently cannot afford to have their teeth fixed, features a secondary lead called Gwen who doesn't seem to want to be there. The lead Captain Jack is surrounded by what seem to be the props from an amateur dramatic society and who you can occasionally actually see wince at some of the 'acting' around him.
The rest of the 'characters' are so irritating that your only interest in them is finding what medication they are on in order to avoid it in the future.
There appears to be no critcal review of the scripts with about one in five being watchable, and a concept of SF limited to the single idea of contact with alien cultures having the sole interesting facet of sex in a unusual way. Whatever next? Sex with an embyo? Then there is the car with 'Torchwood' on the side. SF aversion therapy.
The SF equivalent of a nothing chamber, it features a geek called Harper who talks like you have FF him and a religous nut called Rev who talks like a bad thesaurus. As far as I can discern, few of the plots make sense and serve minimally to allow Sorbo to procreate.
Perhaps the 'writers' are of a religous leaning and feel the need to imbue nay immerse the story lines with metaphysical meaning. Well Dune may have achieved a heady mix of belief systems but Andromeda struggles a little but then gives us rabid garbage akin to that uttered by those people who mutter in the street. Eye candy wrapped up as mind candy.
Then we have Torchwood, which, apart from employing actors who apparently cannot afford to have their teeth fixed, features a secondary lead called Gwen who doesn't seem to want to be there. The lead Captain Jack is surrounded by what seem to be the props from an amateur dramatic society and who you can occasionally actually see wince at some of the 'acting' around him.
The rest of the 'characters' are so irritating that your only interest in them is finding what medication they are on in order to avoid it in the future.
There appears to be no critcal review of the scripts with about one in five being watchable, and a concept of SF limited to the single idea of contact with alien cultures having the sole interesting facet of sex in a unusual way. Whatever next? Sex with an embyo? Then there is the car with 'Torchwood' on the side. SF aversion therapy.