Right then! Here is the place to share your affectionate likes and pet peeves about Terry Nation’s Blake’s 7 – wobbly sets, OTT acting, and actually rather intelligent scripts and all!
I liked it when I was wee, but didn’t really appreciate it until I was at uni here in the States, and it ran on PBS (after 11pm every night!) in the mid 1980s. I taped most of them, so to add to the charm of low production values, I have slowly disintegrating VHS sound and picture – suits, somehow! Every once in a while, like now, I will drag out the tapes as ‘comfort brain candy’ when life is going a bit difficult.
So here are my random thoughts:
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I always thought Blake was a complete twit, a bit a dull – it wasn’t until the first season episode ‘Deliverence’ that I noticed Avon’s character had a right potential for fun, and I think the writers realised that, as well! What amuses me is whilst packing away things last week, I found some of the fanfiction I’d written as a teenager, and in every story somehow or another, Blake gets booted out of the plot in the first paragraph (‘Blake had to do the weekly shopping’ or some other suitably humiliating, mundane task)
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I had a flaming crush on Paul Darrow (recently revived, of course!) who apparently has bought the rights to the show, and the BBC allegedly is planning to screen a version of a ‘25 years later’ in 2005.
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There is a website out there that documents only what Avon wore in every episode
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There is a website out there called something like ‘The Other Servalan’ which documents one man’s hobby as dressing like Jacqueline Pearce-as-Servalan
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I think Michael Keating and Paul Darrow got all the best lines
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The final episode so shocked me as a kid, it actually cured me of a case of hives! I suppose they were going away anyway, but I recall standing by the box with my jaw hanging open in disbelief, and suddenly realising I didn’t itch anymore. I was also in hysterics, though…
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Blake’s 7 was the first time I ever looked for fanfiction (having poked around on the internet about the show in the last week, I had to smile at what a truly joyful wasteland the internet is for happy times and memories!) – it was difficult to find anyone who carried fanfiction because I couldn’t get to conventions – at that time I was living in Minnesota, and found through a sci-fi catalogue the address of a British fanclub what sold fanfiction – and innocent, naive me bought a thick (over 200 pages) spiral bound, photocopied short story collection, and settled in one cold evening, all happy to read the continuing adventures – not realising I had bought a book of slash fiction – the first time I’d ever encountered it :eek:
I was one puzzled little Boodie, I can assure you…
Wish I could rattle on – must be out the door in a few minutes – will try to dig up those website urls.
Please feel free to natter on – it’s such a fun show, and to me it always seemed as if the actors were having a terrific time – I seem to recall reading once that during a rehearsal of a tense scene between Servalan and Avon (Jacqueline Pearce and Paul Darrow) that the director was a bit stuck as to how to block the action, and Ms Pearce, who also had a flaming crush on Paul Darrow exclaimed, ‘I know, Paulie! Let’s clinch!’