Showing posts with label Blake's Seven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blake's Seven. Show all posts

Thursday, 10 February 2011

When should TV programmes stop flogging a dead horse?

While we wait for me and my great big brain to finish sorting out Clean, vivid and interesting and Elvis Alive, I thought we could keep ourselves usefully ticking over with a quick look at the points I am planning to make at the other panel session I have now been roped into joining at the Redemption 2011 convention in Coventry.

All produced in the space of half an hour, with the aid of my trusty black biro and a mug of coffee:
      
1.)  One title – Last Of The Summer Wine
2.)  When the entire original cast of canon characters has been completely replaced with clones twice over (see the above for further details)
3.)  When it is broadcast more than twice a week (soaps!  The news is more random.  Plus the cast and location keep changing.)
4.)  When it keeps playing ‘me too!’ with its rivals and competitors (hence if one soap shoves the matriarch in prison on trumped up charges, all the rest do the same about one week later)
5.)  When it starts spending a lot of time spoofing other programmes/films/musicals etc (The Simpsons)
6.)  When it starts repeating basic plot tropes over and over again (Commander Travis using women to lure Roj Blake into a trap in B7 …  Tough!)
7.)  When the main reason for tuning in is to see who the guest of the week will turn out to be
8.)  When the viewer’s first response is: “Bloody hell – is it STILL going?”
9.)  When TV executive gibbons love it so much that they keep commissioning further series (Midsommer Murders – warning: do NOT become a cornerstone of the viewing schedules)
10.)                 When the raison d’etre of the entire series becomes worn out and preposterous through too much exposure (the murder rate in Midsommer Murders would provoke questions in Parliament)
11.)                 When shocking incidents lose all their dramatic impact through over-use (Servalan keeping murdering people who got in her way in B7.  Tough knackers 2)
12.)                 When TV executive gibbons think an expensive overhaul of the set and costumes will detract attention from the acting/script/direction
13.)                 When the TV executive gibbons are convinced that the best way to revamp a show and pull in more viewers is to make it just like a soap, even though it belongs to a totally different genre (The Bill)
14.)                 When incidents that are totally ridiculous within the world of the series not only occur, but are treated in a dramatically unconvincing manner (Sun Hill police station getting blown up in The Bill and it not being a national headline news story)
15.)                 When there are no new challenges left to stretch and tax the actors/writers/directors/crew (Most Haunted)

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Yes, I'm definitely still here!

Just in case the two blokes, a dog and a packet of crisps that constitute my entire (presumed) online audience have been wondering where the expected update/eccentric diversion into an obscure byway of popular culture has got to - fear not!

I know that all four of you are expecting yet another one of my classics (NOT going to put that word in inverted commas, though that would be strictly accurate in technical terms, my reason being that it would make me look like a rank amateur.  One thing I am most emphatically NOT is a tinkering Sunday jobber who just farts about and refuses to take writing seriously enough in order to try and learn how to do it properly.).

Well, I have certainly got something interesting in preparation, namely an article on Astounding Stories magazine from the Thirties.  Provisionally titled 'Clean, interesting and vivid', like my previous pieces on the Blake's Seven fan, slash and genfic, it looks at a number of stories and attempts to identify a number of general guiding principles that apply to most, if not all, of the stories in question. 

True, all these principles have already been identified and discussed at much greater length (if not tedium) by professional academics who specialise in literature with a sci fi or fantasy bent, but this is my personal take, so do look forward to more of my uniquely wry insights and witty asides once I've finally managed to finish writing the bugger.  

The main reason I have fallen slightly behind with the blog schedule is I'm still sodding wrestling with the treatment and step outline for my Final Project on the MA in Television and Radio Scriptwriting.  Without wishing to sound unprofessional about it, it has been proving bloody difficult.

Yes, that means it will probably end up proving a great learning opportunity.

But first I have got to get to grips with the thing and sort it out once and for all.

Friday, 5 November 2010

Just going for a quick slash - some personal observations on the slash fiction of 'Blake's Seven'

Let's be honest here - slash fiction is a sensitive topic at the best of times.

In literary terms, it often tends to be regarded as the embarrassing cousin whose existence you prefer never to acknowledge - until they turn up at your wedding drunk, loud and disorderly as your typical Wetherspoons bar on a Friday night at 11 pm and proceed to regale all your prissy new in-laws with the tale of how during your student days you once decided to impress a new acquaintance with your ability to fly like Superman, only you miscalculated your flight path and fell 10 feet down the nearest manhole.

Actors frequently hate it because they often feel that in some fundamental way, the characters they portrayed in the series that inspired the fanfic somehow 'belong' to them.  Any differences between their views of the character's sexuality and those exhibited by the fans in the slash fiction can therefore be seen as a threat to their artistic integrity.

However, slash fiction must fulfill a vital role in fandom, otherwise there wouldn't be so much of it written across the different fandoms, nor would the actors and the fans clash so seriously over it.

I have been reading a lot of slash fiction recently because I am hoping to attend the Redemption 2011 convention in Coventry next February and am seriously considering taking part on the slash fiction panel.

Because Blake's Seven is my favourite sci-fi fan show, I feel I am best equipped to comment on the slash fiction associated with it.

Here are my basic conclusions so far:  

1.) There don’t seem to be any physical descriptions of what the people who enjoy sex with the canon characters actually see/hear/taste/smell of that character’s body. 

For example, in Ask Tell Pursue, the Travis in question is specifically stated by the author to be the Stephen Greif version of the character.  Stephen Greif and Brian Croucher both were and still are very physically striking men – but distinctly different in appearance. 

Why was the Greif version chosen for this story?  No indication is given. 

Very little attempt is made at describing what Travis 1’s body looks like, whether clothed or unclothed (apart from stock generic descriptions like ‘leanly muscled’.)  So you get almost no indication of what it is like as a physical sexual experience for Avon to make love to this specific man.

(Incidentally, if you want an example of a key physical detail that a lover of either gender would probably notice in Travis 1’s appearance – and that doesn’t make Stephen Greif want to dive for cover with sheer, utter embarrassment – he has surprisingly long, languorous eyelashes on his remaining eye.)

I would presume the almost complete lack of physical descriptions of the characters is due to the slash stories being written specifically for people who are already great fans of this particular series.  Therefore, they are assumed to be pretty conversant with all the canon characters.  Any additional or subsequent descriptions are considered not to be needed, because this would suggest the reader remains ignorant of the most basic details known to all the other fans and thus does not count as a properly paid up admirer of the series at all. 

Readers who still require descriptive details after this would probably be considered ignorant newbies or interloping lurkers, not proper fans.

2.)  Characters are often portrayed in their most basic, archetypal version – more like a mythical figure than a three-dimensional human being.

This would tend to suggest very strongly that a major need of the readers is to turn the canon characters into figures analogous with gods and goddesses, Jungian archetypes or key characters from the great myths and legends of the world’s many cultures. 

Therefore, Avon = Superman/Superlover, Servalan = Evil Bitch Glamorous Stepmother Queen, Vila = the Trickster figure etc.

Any sign of frailty or imperfection in the canon characters means that they are obviously human beings rather than gods or archetypes. All signs of everyday reality will be ruthlessly stamped on.

By the way, this may be another reason why so little specific physical description of the individual characters and their sex experiences is given.  If a character in bed with Travis 1 notices the surprisingly long, languorous eyelashes on his remaining eye, for example, the obvious implication is that Travis may not be the icy-cold, evil, hard psychopath that most people take him for. 

You are forced to confront the fact that he is a real man, with depths and nuances to his personality that perhaps you never suspected before.  He has stopped being a mythical archetype – and we can’t have that sort of thing going on when we need our heroes and villains to get us through the night!

3.)  Characters never seem to worry about the sexual consequences and emotional fall-out that the rest of us stuck here in the real world do.

So far, I don’t think I’ve come across a single B7 slash fiction story in which Servalan, Jenna, Cally or Soolin end up conceiving an unexpected baby after sleeping with Avon.  Or Servalan has slept with both Avon and Tarrant during the same week, and now she is not sure who the father of her baby is, so she has to ask them both to take a DNA test.

Or Blake has to confront the fact that he may be gay or bisexual after Avon has seduced him and he has ended up having sex with another man for the first time.  Or Travis catches the clap off Blake during gay sex, so he has to take himself down the Space Force Officers’ GUM clinic for treatment.

Critics will probably argue that the primary purpose of the slash story is to get yourself off in the best way possible by seeing your favourite characters getting off in the best way possible.  Reality only gets in the way of pleasure.

(Though I would pay bloody good money to see the B7 soap opera in action!  Who’s the father of Servalan’s baby?  Tune in next week for the shocking surprise twist finale … Avon’s determined not to pay any maintenance, whatever happens.  If he needs to, he’s quite prepared to stitch Tarrant up.) 

4.)  No-one ever has rubbish sex in any of these slash stories.

Although I must admit to finding Office Politics highly amusing and effective as a story, the sexual encounter between Servalan and Travis remains a stylised skirmish, rather than anything approaching a realistic intimate relationship.

Why doesn’t Travis refuse Servalan’s overtures?  He might well not fancy her at all in real life.  He might consider an affair with his boss a guaranteed form of professional suicide (quite apart from what he is already managing to arrange all on his own …).  Or he might consider the time, the place or both highly inappropriate.

Even if he does still decide to go ahead, he could end up suffering erectile failure, due to nerves – or exhaustion from all his hard work chasing Blake (fnerr, fnerr etc).

Perhaps Servalan discovers he is not as well equipped as she had hoped in the trouser department and decides not to bother after all.  Or maybe she plots the big seduction in great detail – then has to bail out at the last minute because it's the wrong time of the month.

Why can’t Travis just be crap in bed?  Or Servalan?

Even with the best will in the world, they may just not be in the right frame of mind to experience an orgasm that day.

(Please see point 3 for the expected critical reposte to this issue too.)

5.)  Sexual encounters are used as a symbolic means of establishing and exerting dominance and control over another character.

Hence Travis is symbolically ‘defeated’ and ‘punished’ through gay sex with Blake or Avon, as in One Afternoon.

[Though if Travis suffers from sensitive skin as claimed in this story, I think it unlikely that the cream he has been prescribed to combat this has been laced with a spicy scent.  He might also be allergic to strong perfumes, particularly on his raw, inflamed skin.  Just a minor observation, but there we go.]. 

Servalan has also done the same in this delightful little tale because it seemed the ‘ideal’ way of conditioning him to total unquestioning obedience of her (hee, hee, doesn’t seem to have worked very well, does it?). 

6.)  Sexual encounters are used as a symbolic means of a character being forced to confront their more tender, vulnerable side.

Practically EVERY Blake and Avon slash going falls under this rubric.

Avon sleeps with Servalan not only to ‘defeat’ and ‘punish’ her for her evil – but also to ‘prove’ to her that she is ‘only’ a woman.

An orgasm is regarded as the classic signal of defeat/surrender.

I must confess that I am NOT at ALL keen on either of these two tropes, as I consider them both terribly sexist and homophobic.

7.)  ‘Humiliating’ sexual encounters are used as a symbolic means of demonstrating that a so-called ‘evil’ character is a dishonest hypocrite.

Hence all the innumerable tales in which Travis is gay or bisexual, but does not face up to this vital fact about himself until Blake or Avon buggers him into the most mind-bendingly ecstatic orgasms, despite himself.

In these stories, Travis always seems to slope around shagging the trade on the quiet, trying to persuade himself that he is either just engaging in a bit of men who have sex with other men in order to get himself through the dark night of the soul - or he's so pissed-up on booze that he is no longer responsible for his own decisions and actions.

You never seem to get a story in which Travis is out – and proud.  But if he can take an odd sort of pride in his facial disfigurement, why not his sexual orientation too?

While we’re still on the subject, incidentally, I have not yet come across a narrative in which Blake is the one who constantly cruises for the most lurid forms of gay sex wherever and whenever he can find it.  Why not?  Is the great revolutionary too fine and noble for that sort of thing?


Friday, 29 October 2010

I really must remember to thank him - with sincere apologies to Chris Boucher

I'll tell you something for nothing, mes amis.
Studying for an MA in Television and Radio Scriptwriting at Salford University really helps to take all the fangirl fun out of of the various guilty pleasures offered by television, radio, film and theatre.
Now most people might think that I spent most of Tuesday opting out of reality by camping out on the sofa in my comfy old tracky bottoms and trainers while I scorched the roof of my mouth on copious quantities of boiling hot lentil dhaal and naan bread to the accompaniment of the box set of Series 2 of Blake's Seven.
Er yes, I admit it probably looked like that on the surface, so there are good grounds for saying that. (At least it wasn't Jeremy Kyle - today, anyway.)
But in fact my brain was working hard, feverishly applying all the principles that we have learnt to start analysing the scripts from a more professional point of view.  This way I can learn so much more to help me keep progressing and improving in my own efforts.

Chris Boucher remains a great scriptwriter, it goes without saying.  Indeed, it is abundantly apparent from all this televisual debauchery I indulged in on Tuesday that he must be one of the great formative influences on my own work.

However, I'm older, I'm tougher, I'm better educated now.

And Chris, I'm sorry, but I have been left with some serious reservations about certain aspects of Blake's Seven series 2.

Let me now share a few of them with you all:  
Fen the Clonemaster
Sorry, but Fen the Clonemaster in Weapon seriously gets on my knackers.

Such a silly pretentious woman floating around in a miasma of dry ice left over from Top Of The Pops that week, draped in cobwebs and a neo-Elizabethan ruff effort as part of a feeble plan to appear both 'dramatic' and 'significant', and posing like a vampire contestant on Strictly Come Dancing every time she walked down the stairs to the strains of the big Wurlitzer from the Blackpool Tower.

And she talks such arse-wincingly hippy-trippy bollocks.
Who on earth ever decided that a gaudy self-important intergalactic maypole like this should stand as the ideal exemplar of the reverence for life, love and liberty?
I was practically begging Travis to recharge his laseron and take her out once he'd finished with the Blakes.  Come on, Commander, you know it makes sense!

Zil
Can I also say I've never been terribly fond of Zil in Trial, either.

Yes, yes, I KNOW she's a symbolic character designed to teach Blake a stirring moral lesson in direct and cruelly ironic counterpoint to the one that Travis is learning at the same time in the courtroom, blah, blah, blah - but philosophical lizards really don't need to poke their tongues out so much while they're at it.

Nor is it a wise idea to go prancing round in a rubber chicken bodysuit on a planet that's in the process of digesting itself.
I realise that the Zil Chris Boucher saw in his head when he was actually writing this script must have been an altogether more polished and utterly alien proposition than the one that eventually reached the screen. 

But as someone with previous experience of the BBC and its production methods during the late Seventies and early Eighties, surely he should have scented danger much earlier and tried to avert it.  
The crimos
Ever since I watched that film Delicatessen, I can't stop wondering whether they got the idea for the barmy frogmen in that from the crimos in Hostage.

I suppose the crimos were meant to be wearing the diving suits because they needed protection against the cold, thin atmosphere of the planet. But being on the run like Travis, they couldn't just drop in at the nearest space expedition outfitting shop and buy the proper gear like any normal person in the Federation.

No - they were forced to nick clapped out second hand stuff from some unsuspecting soul's back shed.

That's the theory.

In practice, they resembled not so much the faceless figures of Inga's worst nightmares as a misdirected team of police frogmen from Z Cars.
And how come Blake,Travis and Avon had no problems breathing when all the crimos apart from Moloch needed the frogmen outfits - and poor Vila ended up half-choking to death?  Does this imply that only the nasty bastards are tough enough to survive on that world?  If so, then what does that tell us about Blake?  Not to mention Moloch's faceless, nameless colleagues.