M Squad: The Complete Series (review)
I kept expecting to hear, with every episode of *M Squad* I watched, the voiceover guy saying, “*M Squad*! In Color!” over the opening credits.
I kept expecting to hear, with every episode of *M Squad* I watched, the voiceover guy saying, “*M Squad*! In Color!” over the opening credits.
The only bell *Wagon Train* rings for me is its role in the story of how Gene Roddenberry first pitched *Star Trek* to NBC — he now famously said that it would be “*Wagon Train* to the stars.” Which I never quite understood.
The thing about a series like *Doctor Who* — more so in the classic series, less so with the current one, but still true — is that what makes what is essential a children’s show appeal to adults is the subtext.
I spent hours this afternoon going through the new *Doctor Who Series 4* DVD set, and I barely even scratched the surface. And still: I think I might have to go lie down for a while. I’ve gotten a bit overexcited, a bit overwhelmed. There’s so much stuff in it, so much beyond just the episodes, that my fangirl gland is overheating.
Oh, but women have come a long way in London’s Metropolitan Police since Lynda La Plante thrust Helen Mirren up the chain of command to DCI in Prime Suspect in 1991, almost 20 years ago.
Quibbles? Do I have quibbles? You bet. Why did Joel Hodgson torment us so with the brilliance that was *Mystery Science Theater 3000* if it couldn’t go on forever? How can we take revenge on those who cancelled the show, not once but twice, first on Comedy Central and then on the Sci Fi Channel? Why isn’t the whole damn series available right now on DVD? And how can a robot made of a small plastic toy bubble gum machine be so darn sexy?
Dinosaurs rampaging in supermarket parking lots! Wormholes swallowing up little kids and their dogs! Creatures from the past — and the future — hunting down poor puny humans in modern-day Great Britain while cute brainy scientists try to stop them! Good times, good times.
They don’t make TV series like this one anymore. No, literally, they don’t.
This British miniseries is a wild, outrageous ride through the conspiracy theories of the moment, wrapped in a paranoid, blow-’em-up, all-stops-out thriller.
Turns out each of these ‘episodes’ is more like an epic-length film — we’re talking around 200 minutes apiece. And they’re so damn addictive that you can’t stop watching them. So there goes 13 hours of your life.