we have GOT to bring back campy horny grimy tactile scifi. this is a national fucking emergency
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we have GOT to bring back campy horny grimy tactile scifi. this is a national fucking emergency
So I've been watching Babylon 5 with my wife for the first time, and among the things I can say about this show - that it's a genuine scifi masterpiece, that it's a reminder of the great strength of the way television was structured in the 90s, that the level and nuance of its characterization is on par with any piece of prestige tv - the one that keeps haunting me is that there is absolute
turbograde
old man yaoi in this show.
like, sworn ancestral enemies, destined to die at one another's hands, spending the entire series loathing one another until they are forced together, still loathing one another, to keep both their cultures from being annihilated. they are the central figures in one another's lives by the end of the story, they are both like fifty years old and have spent ALL OF THEM being backed over by the midsized sedan of life and now in middle age they have hatred and this last ditch collaboration to show for it.
This is the old way, this is the kind of yaoi on which fandom was first founded, they put fucking heroin in this shit.
Another lovely moment from my favourite episode.
Messing with the Babylon 5 fans by arguing that J Michael Straczynski's best work was Captain Power and the Soldiers of the Future and it's all been downhill from there.
My understanding of how it went down:
BABYLON 5 1993 – 1998・2x03 The Geometry of Shadows
One thing I love about Babylon 5 is the idea that humans got out there into space and found out we were actually the least melodramatic motherfuckers in the galaxy.
Like okay, you've got the species whose rulers live their entire lives in a dark room with no furniture to symbolise their commitment. The people who directly equate hair circumference with social class and get super angry if all six of their penises aren't accurately depicted on an action figure. The reptilian marsupials who will force a guy to become the central prophet of a new religion whether he likes it or not. The celestial entities who are so obsessed with being mysterious they pretend they can't breathe normal air and wear fake spacesuits everywhere they go.
Even the minor species are like this. The Roswell grey type guys who literally communicate only in crop circles. The ancient beings who will make you wait four hours for them to answer a phone call and then just say "Zog" and hang up on you. The species that apparently consists solely of ten of the same guy, and every one of them starts every conversation with a comment about how much it sucks having a menial job.
Imagine being the first human to meet any of these. You would have to immediately go back to Earth and sign up for a series of Shakespearean improv workshops.