I'm also a bit daft from work and lack of sleep. My fault. I just had to see my blue eyed boy last night. Yeah, EvilChannelSeven are finally playing Fargate. I'd seen it before and hooboy, was the plot daft, but that was watching it on the back of the bus. This time it was on a proper sized tv and the spaceships were going whoosh and the boys were all sparkly eyed. Of course the series should devote more effort to script and not rely on FX and man candy to carry the show, but it was lots of fun. When he finally started to get all Crichton I was a very happy girlie (dammit, I've missed him) and it was over before I knew it (damn, is that the time? My how is flies when one is drooling mindlessly).
Sadly, though, I effed up the recording thereof, though I feel it's as much a fault of the Japlish as my own incompetencies, and the worst part was that they really weren't kidding that there's no way to stop it recording once you've set the timer, not even disconnecting it at the mains or cleaving it with an axe, apparently. Good thing I already have that episode safe and sound on disk then, or I'd have been gutted. Must sort it out for next week though because after ep4 or so all my players, drives, etc went doolally and I've not seen any beyond that. Don't know why, they just did. And yes, I know recording be naughty but it's on at 11pm for fek's sake, and my alarm goes off at 4am.
As it was I just watched Alias and then LOM until it was get up time, so we're just a wee bit fried today. And sadly I was expecting nothing more than taking photos of VIPS (note to self: do not watch Austin Powers, another out of time gentleman, before taking photos of dignitaries, do not giggle at thought of pisstaking Blowup), but now, it's all complicated stuff. Yikes. Brain not go.
What little brain juice I had left I used up drooling over Sam and Gene. Oh dear.
It's funny, though, how two of my fave shows have remarkably similiar voice overs:
"My name is John Crichton, an astronaut. A radiation wave hit and I got shot through a wormhole. Lost in some distant part of the universe on a ship, a living ship, full of strange alien life forms. Help me. Listen, please. Is there anybody out there who can hear me? Being hunted ... by an insane military commander. Doing everything I can. I'm just looking for a way home."
"My name is Sam Tyler. I had an accident and woke up in 1973. Am I mad? In a coma? Or back in time? Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet. Now maybe if I work out the reason, I can get home"
The similiarity is astounding, aside from the basic formal need to convey who, why, when and where. Both our boys are lost, confused, up shit creek without a paddle and want to go home.
Both are quite nuts, subject to hallucinations and while John has muppets, Sam has a sock puppet chatting to him from the tv. Okaaaay....
Sadly, I'm just too busy to expound upon lost boys and the hero's journey, but you get the gist. Nor can I ruminate upon references to Gene and a celtic god that keep cropping up, to my fevered brain anyway. A friend just reminded me he has the three faceted "The Good, The Bad And the Ugly" poster on his wall, fer one. Of course, I always make random connections when I'm tired like this. But you get the idea.
More later, when I have time and a brain at my disposal (but please feel free to drop me a line to arge or expound).
Life on Mars
That Other High Concept Detective Drama With Mars in the Title
The Hero's Journey
The Hero with a Thousand Faces
The Archetype of the Hero's Journey
Ancient coffin linked to King Tut's mummy?
Early signs of elephant butchers
'Spirit of David Brent alive and well'
TV Squad previews NBC's new shows
Steel for the Man of Sensitivity
The Religion of the Ancient Celts: Chapter III. The Gods of Gaul and the Continental Celts
When art imitates life: The mad world of the method