The Dark Side of the Moon

•May 1, 2011 • Comments Off on The Dark Side of the Moon

And I think it’s going to be a long, long time.

Farewell, Rocket Man.

The shuttle Endeavor’s mission has been delayed.

‘Dr. Who’s’ Series 6 premiered last week. A two-parter and I’ve reserved my thoughts til this week.

First, ‘Stargate Universe’ is happily limping along to its series finale in a couple of weeks. No new Stargate episodes in the fall. After well over 15 years, the Gate will close.  The encoded last Chevron, no more. Thank you to all the lovely people at Television Without Pity that I’ve been chatting with the past couple of years.  It’s been a pleasure to spar and imagine and create with you all. I hope to run in to many of you on chats about other series. The last two episodes could have ended the series on a graceful, tasteful note. The first part written by Robert C. Cooper, co-creator of the series. Perhaps if this episode had aired during Season One, the show may have redeemed itself and actually have gone somewhere. But it’s a reflection of more of the same. The lack of execution of the series. There is a good idea in ‘Stargate Universe’. It just didn’t seem to figure itself out. Good storytelling is show, and not tell.  The soft voice from the firelight. Not the bellowing from the mountain or Stargate-high.  The audience is smart. The audience moved on.  Sci fi fans are like that. Good memories and all. What happened in both parts of the alternate reality timeline episodes was more of ‘tell me that these are X’ instead of the voice of the firelight ‘show me’. Show me that X character is ‘X’. Not beat it over me. Alternate realities are useful  and can result in nifty storytelling but are not a crutch to get past a show’s insecurity. Two more episodes about the ‘wrong’ people. Yeah, wrong show.

Perhaps it’s just SyFy’s rebranding. Less sci-fi and more…. I really don’t know. I’m not American  and I don’t have access to SyFy’s programming but I do see that SyFy is becoming less about sci-fi and more about cheap  ratings-driven programming. The new sci-fi seems to be coming from BBC America.

‘Sanctuary’ has returned from its multi-month hiatus. It’s also been the victim of programming shifts. The current TV business model is suffering. No, many audiences will not find a program that hasn’t been on for a few months. The show does have its core audience and does well for a low-budget sci-fi modern steampunk show. The season arc of ‘Hollow Earth’ has been off and on for me. The brilliance of ‘Breach’ (I believe that I’ve watched that episode at least six times) and the introduction of the marvellous Jekyll and Hyde character of Adam Worth (played remarkably by Ian Tracey – watching his eyes as he moves between good and evil is amazingly good)  has been tempered by the quick and ultimately unsatisfying resolution of the storyline (so far). A fascinating premise, with a rushed execution (so far). Slightly reminiscent of ‘Babylon 5’s’ Great War, that ultimately fizzled. The pieces of the arc are in place, but are missing a few beats. However, the season is not yet over, and the storyline remains incomplete.

‘Dr. Who’ premiered last week with ‘The Impossible Astronaut’ and this week concluded the  sixth’s season’s two-parter with ‘The Day of the Moon’. Well, perhaps Steven Moffat has finally come up with the motivation for Amy Pond. I did like Moffat’s first season as showrunner, (even though a few mid-season episodes were ‘turkeys’) but had some issues with the character of Amelia Pond –  and wondering what exactly is/was her motivation as the Doctor’s ‘companion’. For much of the first season, she seemed to be little more than a plot device.  Along with boyfriend ‘Rory’. The Prisoner Zero arc was lacking.

The new season is off to a roaring start with ‘Space 1969’. Highly reminiscent of ‘Blink’ (one of the modern series’ stellar episodes), the X Files, and the hope and promise of the US Space Program. One small step for man, one giant step for mankind.  Apollo 11. Neil Armstrong. I was little when the moon landing occurred. Bittersweet, actually, in terms of timing with the end of the current US Space Program.

Well shot. Poignant in terms of the meta-comment on aging and Alzheimers.  A far-too-common affliction today. Sympathy for the character of River Song (portrayed as the show’s Jar Jar Binks – an unfair comparison so far). Time as destroyer. Not healer. The Time Lord not remembering the future as past. Yes, there be spoilers. Who exactly is River Song?

I was happy that the Amy Pond pregnancy storyline was quickly dropped. No, the show hasn’t jumped the shark just yet.  Babies don’t save a show. However, the opening two-parter’s storyline did introduce the possibility of another Timelord. And gave resonance and meaning to Amy Pond as ‘companion’. More than meets the eye. The aliens? Interesting but reminiscent of the statue angels from ‘Blink’. Been around for thousands of years? I don’t  think so. It was lovely to see the original moon landing footage. Series 6, so far, so good. I’ll be there next week.

Something old, something new, something Tardis blue…


The Boy Who Cried Wolf

•April 18, 2011 • Comments Off on The Boy Who Cried Wolf

Tonight’s the night.

Surface reflection all I desired babe/I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone/
I’m a crime everybody has at home/Papers hate me but they need my behaviour.*

The Mark Twitchell trial ended this week.  ‘Canadian Psycho’. A star in his own warped mind – talented filmmaker, womaniser, and uncatchable killer. All lies eventually lead to the truth.  One that’s learned to spell. Or in Twitchell’s case,  just another lie.

A wannabe serial killer. Who was meeting and having an intimate and interesting gig with his Dark Passenger. Profile of a Psychopath. Released as a piece of original writing profiling a psychopath and based on Twitchell’s own life. Fact meets fiction. The contents of which were not  shown to the jury at his trial as it was deemed too prejudicial. Holding a mirror to himself. Reflections unreal. A self-diagnosis. No innate value in human life. Taking out the trash was a good thing. Living his life like a charade. Staying true to his dark self while maintaining the facade that nothing was wrong.

Twitchell lied to his wife about everything – from unemployment to infidelity to his burgeoning film career. He lied to investors about his film plans when he hadn’t even finished a film. He lied on the Internet, posing as a pretty girl, to lure his victim to a garage for a date with a woman who didn’t exist. After he killed his victim and almost killed another, it took Mr. Twitchell over a year to come up with a lie to explain it on the witness stand. Boy cried wolf.

He blamed it on ‘Savant’  power. Inspiration. Taking mere hours to come up with ideas that other moviemakers would have taken months to develop. “But it’s not something that I can manually control or manipulate.” (Edmonton Journal, April 8, 2011, p. A3). An excerpt from his script is linked below. Not for everyone. Disturbing reading.  An insight in to the mind of a psychopath, reading like a mediocre Dexter spec script.

Full details about Mark Twitchell and his trial can be found at

The Fame monster within. Planning an imaginary ‘kill’ as Dexter, believing that his victim, also a fan of the show, would be impressed at the detail. Back when he was first charged with the murder of his victim, Twitchell was linked to the fictional Dexter Morgan character. Executive Producer Melissa Rosenberg was horrified  that the show ‘inspired’ Twitchell.

There is a line between reality and fantasy. In ‘Psycho’, Norman Bates allowed his fantasies to enjoy him.

The Twitchell case is another in a series of tricky fine-line ‘inspiration’ events based on the power of popular culture. Several years ago, a  high profile case involved metal band Judas Priest’s song ‘Suicide Solution’. A very famous court case resulted that linked that the song contributed to a real-life suicide. The songwriters were found not guilty and rightfully so. Other entertainment examples exist along with the now-standard legal clause of ‘based on fictional characters and situations’.

No one really knows who the audience is. Neilsen numbers can be misleading.

The visit to the Dark Side.

Hollywood loves the ‘feel-good’ inspiration stories. The dark ones don’t get the same attention.  It’s fiction. The closing credit says so. Well they do. It’s great to hear a celebrity talk about someone positively inspired by them. Standard press. It’s a script. I’m an actor. I’m selling my project. Contractural obligations. I have security to keep me away from the ‘crazies’. The movie pays the bills.

Plato’s ‘Phaedrus’ talks of the silent painter’s product.

Art, in all its forms, is open to interpretation. One person’s ugly pot is another’s work of beauty. A showpiece.

A criminal mind.

I watch and enjoy ‘Dexter’. I enjoy the show’s conceit of the antihero as hero. Sympathetic to the darkness. Moving to light. Brilliant at times. I am fascinated by the human ‘shadow’. I’ve written a spec script for the show. I enjoyed the process, I enjoyed visiting a different ‘world’. The challenge of this world. It’s also an internal world. With its own rules. I leave my keyboard and I leave that world. If I’m doing a workout or long walk, well, I live my character for its duration. All fantasy, all subjective. No inclination to ‘act out’ my thoughts. They stay on the page.  I’ve been asked many times by people I know about my visits to the ‘darkness’ in my writing and my love of dark TV and movies. It’s primarily a case of ‘the Devil tells the best stories’.  I’m not particularly interested in writing love stories. I liked the ones from the 40s and not today’s ‘meet cute’ and keep people apart til Act III brings them together in a post-modern cookie-cutter cliche. They’re boring for me to write. You write what you know and what you observe. And what interests you. I like research. I study people, I watch people.  Yes, all the characters I write are aspects of me. Am I any of them? No. I also approach my writing as both a writer and actor. I also employ an element of the tonal, which reflects my music interest and background. Words as musical notes, words as musical progression. I like symmetry and symphony. Do I defend my writing and creativity? No. It opens a door for people and it’s up to my readers to decide where they wish this door to go. Based on their own lives, histories, world-views. Reality is an interesting mirror. Home to distortion, dysmorphia, the human fun-house. The maze.

And no, I won’t end up as a TV movie of the week or as an episode of a blah TV procedural.

The old adage of ‘be careful what you wish for’ comes to mind.

*Patrick Bateman, 1993 (Bradfield/Moore/Moore/Edwards) – available on YouTube. Explicit content warning.

Forever Delayed

•March 31, 2011 • Comments Off on Forever Delayed

Welcome to the Pleasure Dome. Xanadu.


I’m not talking bad 70s or early 80s. I don’t mind some of the Halston 70s-inspired fashion revival, and disco never dies. Much like bad polyester. The 80s are over and Frankie has long returned from Hollywood. But I digress.

Stayin’ alive.

I have about five small bags of clothing and shoes (so far) to either consign, sell, or donate to charity. Out with the old and time to make room for the new. I’m fond of my new 20s-inspired top, complete with silver chainmail fringe. And my new jeans. They’ll go great with my silver glitter peeptoes or my rare Louboutin fuschia greasepaint pumps. I’m bored of black.

Been in a Snow Queen state of mind.

All about the mirror and its pieces. Reflections somehow unreal. Shards slash across my mind. Not Andersen’s world. One of my favourite fairy tales. Ice as metaphor.

Yeah, winter is over. Officially. Normally winter comes to an end here in May. Given the slow snow melt, maybe early June.  The local Mount Snowpocalypse is finally melting. There’s a contest to guess when it’ll finally disappear. Next year’s mountain will be named after the winner. It’s currently 197 feet high. I’m thinking around August 28th.

Spring means the living is itchy. The sand/dirt and snow mold is already getting to me.

A slow melt may mean more mosquitoes in summer. Eaten alive.

I’ve been playing with my new tech sandbox. It’s still in its pilot stages and not fully functional. The go-live date is Fall 2011. I picked up the basics in about two minutes of ‘play’. Necessity and all that. Have already found some bugs. It’s great being given the keys to the car and having no idea how to drive it. I can only ‘kill’ so much.  Busy time of year for me, which includes working on a project for the McLuhan Centenary.

It’s TVland’s spring break. The annual hiatus til mid-April, when the current season’s crop of shows return for their last few episodes. And the spring/summer season will start – ‘Dr. Who’ will return, ‘Breaking Bad’, etc.  ‘Mad Men’ may not return til 2012.

‘V’ ended its second and probably final season a couple of weeks ago. An all-right finale that seemed to hit some high notes, including the series’ best line to date – ‘now this is how you kill your mother’, along with a welcome character killing. A bit sadistic, yes; but pleasing. Fitting, really. The show seemed to finally find itself, after floundering around like a semi dried up lizard for the first season and a bit. Or I just lowered my expectations. 

 The low-rated ‘Fringe’ was picked up for a fourth season, as announced last weekend. It seems to finally be finding itself. Perhaps Fox doesn’t have a lot of series ready for next fall. The new fall season announcements in May could be interesting. It’ll be interesting to see if ‘Human Target’ will be renewed.  ‘Stargate Universe’ is burning off its last ten episodes. Ratings have hit a new low. The show seemed to pick up a bit in these last episodes so far. Not as literally dark as the first season, as someone finally found the ship’s light switch. Too little, too late. One good episode out of the now four that I’ve seen. Poor pacing, poor execution. There really is a good show in SGU – somewhere. It shouldn’t take two seasons to find it.

Started watching a new Canadian drama – ‘Endgame’. A procedural with a twist. Instead of the standard private investigator, the protagonist is an agoraphobic Russian chess grandmaster. Fiancee killed under mysterious circumstances, Mr. Chess Man never leaves his hotel. Solves the crimes using his chessboard and the episode’s characters as its pieces.  The pilot was weak in many spots, but the show improved in the second episode. The writing is a bit shaky, and at times, cringe-worthy. ‘Endgame’ does have some potential. Crimes, like the game of chess, can be played in many variations. The city of Vancouver is shot beautifully. The series (so far) does lack a bit of the chess ‘mystique’ and the game’s huge ego and high political stakes. Plus the intelligence and wit. It does have an interesting concept but I’m not sure it’s hitting the right moves. It’s at stalemate for me for now.

Did see that a homegrown show I did love, ‘Todd and the Book of Pure Evil’ got a rave review from AICN (Ain’t it Cool News). Hopefully one of the US cable channels will pick it up. There are snippets available on YouTube.

Finished listening to the last of my Manic Street Preachers singles B-sides from their last album. One of the few bands out there today who are old-fashioned and release ‘singles’. One album and 15 b-sides later. Some are actually very good and could have been A-sides. Did enjoy receiving a signed postcard. A nice little keepsake, a nice thank you to the fans.

Also caught up on the last two Asia albums – ‘Phoenix’ and ‘Omega’. I’ve always loved the band and its first two albums (self-titled and ‘Alpha’) remain musical loves. No, I’m not a prog snob. Also have been listening to Porcupine Tree.

Time to engage with my shadow.

I Know the Numbers

•March 14, 2011 • Comments Off on I Know the Numbers

You’re obsolete my baby, my poor old fashioned baby….*

Out of time.

Well I do have spring fever. I can’t wait to get outside.  It finally warmed up to the 0C/32F mark. I did about 30 miles this weekend. A marathon and a half, almost. Not great walking conditions with  snow/ice/small lake conditions. A good melt for a week or two should clear up the sidewalks. I should see if my knees can handle running and maybe do something productive – like train for a half-marathon.  Walking/power-walking the distance isn’t an issue.  Very easy for me. It felt good to stretch out. Perhaps not this year, but next. Last year’s seemingly chronic leg injury did not help.

The new city, the new symmetry.

I’ve got a new stalker of sorts. No, not the usual kind. I’ve had three of those. 

The number ’11’ and occasionally ‘1234’. Probably started about a year or so ago. Didn’t pay much attention to it, other than I seemed to be seeing that number pattern more frequently. Coincidence at first. A particulary vivid or memorable/precognitive dream on 1/11; meeting someone important to me on a date that featured 11; seeing 11 on clocks everywhere.  1:11, 11:11. Yes, there is a 1 in 706 probability that if you look at a clock during each day you will see those digits.

Since the fall of 2010, it’s been a bit more frequent. A bit mystifying.  Weird, really. Amusing at times. Being jolted awake at 11:11 p.m.; and again at 1:11 a.m.  The same night. Many times.  Jolted awake at other times that featured ’11’. Showing up on clocks almost any time I looked. Showing up at the gas pump, where the pump would just stop functioning when it hit the $11.11 total. It would restart  a few seconds later. 11:11 just for you. Finding exactly 11 cents in coins on the sidewalk. In front of a church too, sometimes. Being given $11.11 in change at the store.  Seeing the 1.11 miles readout on my treadmill. Or I’ve been on it for 11 minutes and 11 seconds.  Burned 111 calories. So, I looked up the ’11 phenomena’ and found a wealth of information online.

Synchronicity, perhaps. I’ve experienced it.  Many times. Not a stranger to me.

It quite possibly could be some sort of visual glitch/visual ‘brainworm’ where I’ve found a pattern and my brain keeps seeking it. Like the wretched earworm or sonic ‘Stuckholm’ syndrome where a song (or less enjoyable parts of it) stays in your head for seemingly an eternity. The brain’s unique screening device – the reticular activating system. I’ve set myself up to subconsciously pick up on the number patterns. Easy solution. Problem solved. Confirmation bias.

I also watched ‘Lost’ . Numbers everywhere.

I’ve looked in to the more esoteric explanations: numerology, angels and angel numbers, the whole 11:11 lightworker phenomenon (humanity moving from a third dimension to the fifth dimension). The 11:11 wakeup call. The pathway to the positive unknown and beyond. Surfing the Tao.

I do like puzzles, so I’ll keep at this one. Keep digging. At least for now. Play with the universe, and it plays with you. Well, at least it’ll be fun visiting this Matrix. I’m looking forward to 12:12.

I just don’t want to visit the ‘Lost’ island. The ending wasn’t quite what I had in mind.

But I do want to know if my city has invested in motion-sensor street lights. There are a few I’ve encountered that stay ‘burned out’ until I pass by and then automatically turn on…

*Out of Time – Jagger, M., Richards, K.

Subterranean homesick alien

•March 7, 2011 • Comments Off on Subterranean homesick alien

It’s happened again.

The snowbank/mountain range outside my front door is taller than me. It needs a flag. Or something.  The local jackrabbit hasn’t done his usual footprint-art on the fresh snow.  Maybe the pile is now too high for him. Actually it needs to melt.  A day higher than -30C would be nice. Well, there is the one day break.  When it rains. And then mini-Siberia returns for another week of cold, snow, and more cold. Such is the winter of discontent.  Global warming?  The almost-daily snow shovel shuffle is wearying.  Yes, the arm muscle tone is good now. 

I am battling treadmill fatigue. The black running belt to absolutely nowhere.  I need new music for my iPod workout. My current prog-rock selections are near the end of the line. Old music friends long forgotten and dusty on the CD shelf.  Some musical early loves. I’m on a music break from some of the other stuff that I’ve overplayed. Or were unfortunate earworms.

I’m still waiting to get more tools for my new at-work Sandbox. It’s sandy but lacking shovels and pails to have some good fun. Not really beach-like either. But I digress.

The space shuttle Discovery is on its final days of its last mission. It’s gonna be a long long time. Goodbye, Rocketman. No laps around the sun. I do mourn this Adonais and will gather a few laurel leaves.

I caught a few minutes of the PBS ‘Les Miserables’ 25th Anniversary concert.  The annual winter pledge drive. None of the cast intrigued me (it’s unfortunate that the original cast was not brought back). Neither did the show’s 4 hour running time. Even the East Coast feed. I do like timeshift.

TV’s February sweeps are over and many shows are on ‘hiatus’ til April, when they return to run off the last few eps of the 2010-11 season.

I have missed ‘Lost’ and ’24’. All good things must end.

I’ve been catching ‘The Chicago Code’. Created by Shawn Ryan, who created the marvellous ‘The Shield’. I’m still mixed on TCC. It still doesn’t have the resonance of ‘The Shield’ and the characters aren’t yet compelling.  It’s a slow one.  I’ll give it another couple of episodes.

‘V’ is winding down to the end of its second (and probably last) season. I’ve enjoyed Jane Badler (who played the alien villainess Diana back in the late 1970s), but the second season has only slightly improved on the shaky first season.  A change in showrunners did not help. The human soul plotline seems silly. There has been more gore and violence  the past few episodes, but the human stakes have still been low.  Only one ‘Resistance’/Fifth Column on the entire planet? Not all that believable.  Little charm and humour.  The rat-swallowing scene notwithstanding and a good nod to the original miniseries and series. The ‘mother’ theme running throughout seems a bit wasted. Just a so-so executed retread.  Invasion just isn’t what it used to be.  The aliens are slipping. Maybe they’ve seen too many bad Earth-produced sci-fi movies.

And speaking of bad, ‘Stargate Universe’ returns this week. And will burn off its final 10 episodes. I’d almost forgotten what happened in the season’s first ten episodes. Split seasons do not work to retain viewer interest.  Initial reviews for the first three episodes show some promise of what SGU should have been in its first season. Too late for a show to ‘find’ itself a season and a half in. The audience left a long time ago. To another galaxy. Far away.  SGU may be remembered as the show in which the fans’ /viewers’ voice was actually heard.  The online negative response set an interesting and ultimately valuable precedent. Social media played a significant role.  Back in the 1990s, ‘The X Files’ had one of the first online communities/social networks of sorts. More infant to today’s more sophisticated toddler.  Clunky. Growing pains. Perhaps there will be a movie to tie up the series, perhaps not. For the first time in about 15 years, there will be no ‘Stargate’ series for the fall of 2011.  The gate will be closed. The franchise needs a rest. A reimagining. Find the sense of adventure and wonder again. Reopen the 9th Chevron.

Take me to the spaceship races.

The Final Countdown

•February 27, 2011 • Comments Off on The Final Countdown

The space shuttle ‘Discovery’ had its final lift-off this week. One last mission before it becomes a museum attraction. A relic. History. Twentieth century boy. In the museum of humanity and its thirst for exploration, one last promising ‘pot’. Soon to be for sale. Up for grabs. Like Aladdin’s magic lamp.

The 21st century so far is disappointing.

The ‘noughties’ are over. We’re in the ‘tweens now. Growing pains. Rebellion.

The genie remains in the bottle. Sealed.

Rub me the right way?

The final frontier. Well, an afterthought. On hold.

Is anyone out there listening?

I think not.

Bach hasn’t worked its wonders.

‘Open Sesame’ is no more. To boldly go. Or now, not.

More or less engaging with one’s shadow. Beneath the tan, the battle rages. The sun has been stolen from my heart.


Sun and moon shadow.

Steppin’ in to Eden, yeah, brother. Poison planet. The apple of knowledge, little more than strychnine.  Love at first bite? Turn left.

Supermassive black hole.

The International Space Station will still be around. As will Richard Branson’s ‘voyages’. A short tour around the Earth. If the price is right.

I do like Mach 5. I like speed. I’m a space junkie.

These were the voyages.

I met Robert Crippen, former shuttle Columbia commander, years ago. Incredibly cool. I’ve met many people who have worked on the US space program. Engineers, technologists, astronauts.

A dream come tue for space-consumed me.

Potential astronaut. Either that, or an actress. Well, I’m a writer.

Even better.

A very sad day to learn that the shuttle adventures would end. As would Mars adventures. The red, mysterious planet.  A neighbour. Can you spare a cup of sugar? The welcoming night sky.  I see the Big Dipper outside my door. The cold, winter sky. Beckoning.  Not the Aurora Borealis. Not my view. My city lights are dim. The red planet.  Brilliant, beaming. Left, for another time, another generation. The mysterious ‘face’. The red beacon, in the night. Martian fantasies. Mainly through movies. Mars attacks, or does it. Imagination into overdrive. It’s almost 2012.  I am not alone. Mayan Calendar. World ends. More like rebirth. I miss the ‘X Files’.

Time for a re-set.

‘Voyager’ has been forgotten. So 1978.

It’s all about Brandenburg #3.

Anyone listening?

Calling occupants.

I’ve got a ticket to ride.

And no, I don’t get spacesick.

A Criminal Mind

•February 21, 2011 • Comments Off on A Criminal Mind

Don’t try to reform me. I’m made of cold stone.

Or am I? They’re fast. Don’t move. Don’t blink.

I’ve listened to Radiohead’s ‘ The King of Limbs’ for the first time.  Downloaded it the first day of release. Not bad. A bit underwhelming (at first listen), but I do give new CDs three to five listens before doing a review (next blog post). It’ll be a ‘grower’, like a lot of albums, at least for me. Conspiracy theories abound at the small  and short  37 minute 8-track download. Are the songs just ‘B-sides’, with the promise of a full album in a couple of months, or is this it? Is the future of the ‘album’ a smaller track length?  I’ve been looking for something new. Interesting to see what turns up for the pricey ‘Newspaper’ album in May 2011.

First impressions? Don’t mind it.  It’s not ‘Kid A’, not ‘OK Computer’, not ‘In Rainbows’.  I still did expect…. more.  A three year break and this is it? A bit more ‘stripped down’ but nothing truly surprising. I’m a fan of music experimentation, so this is not out of the realm of possibilty. Thom Yorke is ahead of his time. Maybe.

The current musical landscape is very much Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’. For some people, it’s more like ‘Scream’. Or Mestrovic’s ‘Wail’. What can I say? I’m a happy Expressionist.

So, Stargate Universe will return in early March to burn off its last episodes. The powers that be are still trying to ‘save’ the show. A TV movie, whatever, to finish it.  Their own ‘spin’. It was finished in the first season.

Part of the current sci-fi TV landscape. Not the Van Gogh ‘Sunflower’. Uncharacteristically dark. Not really a sign of the times. Not even a reflection/antidote to the worldwide recession/economic climate/unsettled political landscape.  Messy. It’s not even cyberpunk.  Or post-cyberpunk.  Cybergrunge, anyone?  Nevermind. Dystopia has become myopia. Far from modern times. Regression. Gloom.  Shattered lens.  The sci-fi mirror reflects moodiness, depression, and darkness.  Power grid brownout. Resistance? Futile.  Assimilation is the  new keyword. No hope, no space opera excitement. Not fighting the future. No ‘let’s blow this thing and go home’. The Death Star has cleared the planet.  The ‘merchandise’ is past its sell-by date. The final frontier remains…. final. Unexplored. Reaction to the end of the US space program? Adventure is out of vogue. Why colonise the moon when desperation exists in every home.

No wrong intent.