Showing posts with label New Crew. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Crew. Show all posts

Friday, 15 April 2016

Powerplay!



Well, I was right. Vila and Cally are alive and well and off having adventures. No, because you couldn’t possibly have a drama series with only three lead characters, plus Zen and Orac and Servalan. You need someone to be knocked unconscious or possessed at some point, and someone to stay on the Liberator to operate the teleport. Also, somebody to turn up at the last minute. Oh, and Vila for punchlines.

But this is exciting, because nothing is quite as it should be: nothing is straightforward. Avon and his new ally Dayna are immediately taken prisoner by smooth-faced Tarrant and granite-faced Michael Sheard. Only a thin veneer of disguise is keeping them alive. And meanwhile, Zen is searching for his masters, listening for their voices

Stranded in space, Cally and Vila are light years from one another. She’s been rescued by a fleet of wonderfully eerie nurses from a neutral planet. Vila is being hunted by robots on a jungle world, with only John Hollis for protection. What could possible bring them together?

Well, how about the most outrageous coincidence? Yes, that’ll do.


 I do like what they’ve done with Servalan, though. Watching her storyline makes me wish they’d bring the whole series back. She’s been a background manipulator, risen to the heights of power, seized the presidency and now she’s on her uppers. It’s now that we see the true strength of the character, and of Jacqueline Pearce too.

It’s like the show was actually leading somewhere in the last season!

Well, yes, Servalan is picked up by the same ship that Cally is on. Not only that, she’s put on the bunk right next to her – and the pair of them are flown to Vila’s planet. If they’d touched down any nearer, they’d have actually knocked him over. Last week I arranged to meet my friend Steve in Waterloo Station and we still ended up missing each other in the crowd. If only we all had a little of what Servalan’s got – and I don’t mean a wardrobe full of figure-hugging evening dresses, but obviously that too.

She even seems to be getting away at the end of the story, but we’ll see how that goes for her.



Meanwhile, Avon and Dayna are playing cat and mouse with Tarrant and Mr Bronson. It’s all a bit shooty shooty for me, but there’s plenty of fun stuff thrown in. Avon picks a lock with little success. “Don’t judge by appearances,” he tells her. “I don’t,” she says, “I judge by results. And you’re not getting very far!” At which point, Avon gets the door open after all. The guard outside is dead – with a dagger in the back.

“Quite a complicated way to commit suicide,” observes Avon. “Perhaps it went off in his hand?” suggests Dayna. I’m not kidding when I say they reminded me of John Steed and Emma Peel. In space.

This could be a good series…



In the nick of time, Avon teleports Vila and Cally from a fate worse than death. Just to show Dayna and Tarrant how to do it in subsequent weeks, presumably. 





I photographed the Radio Times listings from copies held by the British Library. Other screencaps are thanks to this amazing website: www.framecaplib.com/b7lib
 


Friday, 11 March 2016

Aftermath!



The question is, what do we call the series now? It’s like 1,000,000B.C. or The Tribe of Gum: just factually inaccurate. I mean, Blake never had ‘7’ in the first place: Messianic as he might have been, the poor man never actually talked about himself in the third person, and one of his ‘7’ was his spaceship. And if you count him, you have to count Orac, which makes 8. Till the death of Gan…

No, to avoid all confusion, I think they – or rather, I – will have to change the name by which we refer to this weird and wonderful sci-fi soap. Surely a prime contender would be ‘Space Babes’: Avon being Space Babe #1, of course. (And I’d also argue for his name being in the title, just to ensure he never leaves.)




But this story seemed overrun with space babes, and they all want a piece of Space Babe #1 (who can blame them?). First Avon is awoken in a cave with a kiss from new Liberator recruit Dayna. Then he gets a crème de menthe fuelled snog from deposed president Servalan. Perhaps we know that Dayna’s sister Lauren isn’t going to stick around because she doesn’t swoon at the sight of Paul Darrow; whereas Space Babe #5, Steven Pacey, is definitely interested.

I’d also like to put in a special mention for
Doctor Who Guest Star

and UNIT babe Richard Franklin, playing the great-great-great-great grandson of Captain Mike Yates. I was tremendously disappointed that Yates Jr. was exploded by Vikings within five minutes of the opening titles. It’s a terrible waste, as Invasion of the Dinosaurs proved he’s an excellent baddie.

I do hope we get a Nick Courtney cameo in an upcoming adventure. Can’t you just see Courtney squaring up to Darrow? Courtney’s got form as a villain too, as any fule kno. I’d cast him as Travis’s older, deadlier brother. I’d call the episode AVENGER. I think I’d probably film it in North Wales…




Anyway, before I drift off into one of my ‘if I made Blakes 7’ reveries, can I take a moment to ponder the disappearance of every single crewmember bar Space Babe #1 and Orac. Is this really it? Vila and Cally dispatched? Blake and Jenna zooming away on missions of destiny of their own?

If so, it’s an act of terrific chutzpah. It wasn’t long ago we had a spaceship heaving with have-a-go heroes in sci-fi tabards, being chased by not one but two supervillains. Now it’s Dayna and this mysterious, somewhat effeminate space pirate – in a universe where the Federation’s disintegrated and green blobby aliens are trying to invade – and Terry Nation is poised to endlessly recast the storylines of two of last year’s best adventures (‘Killer’ and ‘Countdown’) with Servalan as the unpredictable figure from Avon’s past.

And I’d definitely watch that. It’s tempting to say that in focusing on Avon in this adventure, he’s finally realised who’s the star of this show – but that would be untrue, because of course it’s Servalan, Servalan, Servalan, and Nation gives her some fantastic material here. It’s so bold and unexpected to have her suddenly cast defenceless into an alien environment: to see her manipulate, persuade, threaten and kill in cold blood.

If she isn’t over-used in Season 3, there’s no telling how amazing this character – and Jacqueline Pearce’s totally sublime performance – can go.




As for the rest of them, I really don’t know what to think yet. I’m sad to see Jenna leave (and offscreen, too), but I don’t blame Sally Knyvette for going: the most she got to do in that last run of stories was flirt with a man in a purple leather miniskirt, and nobody needs work that badly. As for Cally and Villa, I fully expect them to bounce back next episode, but doing only goodness knows what. This episode demonstrates how exciting characters can be when they’re not jostling for attention in a rugby scrum of space colleagues, when they don’t have a massive alien spaceship for protection and no comedy pratfalls to lighten the tone.

I like my Blakes 7 like I like my drinks: bright green, made of goodness knows what and liable to induce extremely arch dialogue.