I find this interview fascinating. Once I convinced myself not to be bothered by a blotch that stands for the interviewer's hair I became mesmerized by Tim Curry's voice and his whole attitude. He loses me a couple times by lowering his voice to a whisper, speeding his cadence and mumbling right through the critical punch line, but other than that I learned a lot about this show.
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Tim Curry did a great job in that film. He managed to pull it together.
Last night's episode of Star Trek TOS was the pilot "Where No Man Has Gone Before." That's the one where Dr. Poole and Major Houlihan get turned into ESP superbeings.
Not a bad episode, really. Thank God there was a fistfight, there, at the end, because there was no way Kirk was going to talk his way out of that one.
I just learned that Gary Lockwood was married to Stephanie Powers. A Bing image search informs me that she has held up remarkably well through the years. Kudos to her surgical team.
Coincidence? Two days ago we watched the pilot for Star Trek TNG, "Encounter at Farpoint." I really like the title.
Anyway, Q is an awful lot like the supercharged Lt. Commander Mitchell, only much more so. Think Trelane with a mean streak.
Picard has no choice but to talk his way out of it. A fistfight is not a practical option.
Fortunately, his secret weapon is the transcendent goodness of the human species, attained by the better angels of our nature, over the course of many painful centuries. Progress.
Flattery.
Farpoint is the one where they are interested in buying some kind of planetary station. A fort. Apparently real estate for sale. But the psychic with the deplorably overdone weave that quadruples the mass of her ordinary hair, or possibly octuples it, that she flips around while turning as if swinging an Eastern rug, senses something amiss. Terrible sadness all around. They're soaking in it, Marge, the whole place is in agony. The building is actually in terrible pain. The whole station is.
This cannot stand.
It is a bad real estate deal.
At length the crew realizes the site is a living creature held in bondage and its mate is nearby, in near space, waiting to be reunited. So they do. And it is a beautiful thing to behold. Hang on.
I'm verklempt all over again.
We have signs for this. It is an exaggeratedly strained fist formed at the throat, or two of them formed at the cheek, as if you had gills and they were suddenly killing you with emotion.
The visual effects are excellent. They look like space jelly fish with tendrils hanging down. They join and the ridiculous weave having psychic Troy, now on the ship observing, senses immense gratitude and the great creatures depart.
The real estate deal was a bust.
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