I’ve been procrastinating on doing some writing today (I’m mean, hey, it’s Sunday). I caught a puff piece about the new Battlestar Galactica show on the SciFi network. They spent a lot of time addressing the fact that Starbuck is a woman in the new series, which has apparently caused the rabid fans of the original show to go apeshit. I seriously don’t get it. They interviewed Richard Hatch, who played Apollo on the original show and tried for years to helm a new BG movie, and Hatch went on about how you couldn’t mess with characters from “classic science fiction” like Battlestar Galactica. Classic? I mean, sure, I watched it when I was 9 years old and all, but it was hardly 2001: A Space Odyssey or something. This was the show with Boxie and the robot dog, remember? If I can deal with Arwen stealing Glorfindel’s moment of glory in Fellowship of the Ring, surely the BG goobs can deal with a female Starbuck (and a female Boomer, who is also Asian; that was news to me). The actual show looks like it might not suck. I’m going to at least check it out.
Later, Nik and I caught the Tuxedo on Tivo (which had recorded it based on our other choices, thinking we might like it). I had very low expectations. Jackie and Jennifer “Boobs” Hewitt as undercover agents? This would surely be no Drunken Master 2. Even I was not prepared for how awful this was though. It’s so bad that the bad guys seek to eliminate the James Bond-like super agent with a terrifying skateboard bomb that follows his limo though the streets of NYC. It’s so dreadful that the big evil villain’s sinister plan is to gain a worldwide monopoly on bottled water. Yes, that’s right; in his terrifying reality you can only drink his water! Thank god Jackie gets a super-tech tuxedo that lets him do kung fu and impersonate James Brown. Awful, awful movie, and neither the stunts nor the fighting did anything to make it more bearable.