Richard Dean Anderson is pretty close to the top of my list of Perfect Imaginary Boyfriends. Sorry if that’s TMI.
I’m gonna go with all the Hoth stuff in The Empire Strikes Back. There’s a ton of humor and just plain human desperation connected to the cold setting — the weather and the environment isn’t just sci-fi dressing.
Lightsaber? Phaser? Or maybe you prefer something that also exists in the real world, such as Harry Callahan’s Magnum or SG1’s P90? Or Shaun’s anti-zombie cricket bat?
Goa’uld is definitely one of mine, partly because I actually started to think in it, at least for a few basic vocabulary words, while watching Stargate SG-1…
I’m not talking necessarily about onscreen romantic chemistry, though sometimes that’s certainly part of it. It’s about that instant zing of that ineffable magic that sometimes happens when two actors simply mesh really, really well…
That is all. Please try to remain calm and go about your business as normal.
Singing group Novis belts out a selection of sci-fi theme music. Deeply nerdiriffic.
Cori suggested we gaze at the nerdalicious David Hewlett. So here we are.
Seven episodes into this ten-episode Torchwoodpalooza, it finally feels just a little bit like Proper Torchwood. Just a little bit. And just for a few minutes.
…right now except that it is everything I wanted the new V and The Walking Dead to be, and weren’t.