Communion Of Dreams

I can only assume that it is a healthy respect for my martial arts abilities and proficiency with firearms that stopped my friends from kidnapping me and forcing me to watch the first episode of Firefly.  That is the only possible excuse I will allow.

Yeah, I finally started watching the series.  The first disc eventually found its way to the top of my Netflix queue and arrived yesterday.  But as we had something else on tap, we didn’t get to it until tonight.  So, we watched what Joss Whedon intended to be the pilot, the 90-minute piece titled (somewhat confusingly, since there’s also the feature film of the same name) Serenity.

It took only 20 minutes. No, it didn’t take 20 minutes to ‘get into’ it.  That happened at about 20 seconds.  It only took twenty minutes for me to start mentally kicking myself for not having gotten around to seeing the damned show before.  And that was just because it took that long until I managed to disengage my complete focus on the show long enough to consider the matter.  At 26 minutes I turned to my wife and said “OK, I’ll order our copy of the series tonight.”

I won’t belabor the point. There are countless blog posts and websites praising the series.  I’ll just say two things: one, this is what science fiction television should be; two, “I’m sorry” to all my friends for being such a stubborn bastard and waiting so long to heed your advice – rest assured that I have now seen the error of my ways, and I only hope that I don’t get hit by a truck or something before I’m able to finish seeing the whole thing at least once.

Jim Downey