Today we reach further back into the recent sci fi history, to the distant year of 1999 when the crazy rambled about the end of the world, the century was about to turn, and America collaborated with Australia to create Fascape.
Like Star Trek for many people, Farscape holds a special place in my heart as it entered my life somewhere around the beginning of my sci fi obsession. I’d go as far as to say it jump started it had I not seen Star Wars prior.
Farscape follows the adventures of John Crichton, played by Ben Browder, an astronaut testing a new gravity boosted way of space travel, only to collide with a wormhole and be sent lord knows where across the universe.
Fortunately for him, the universe seems to be quite populated because he hits one of the territories controlled by a number of alien species instead of showing up in the middle of nowhere and dying a cold, oxygen deprived death. In fact, he pops up right in the middle of a battle where his small shuttle is quickly swept into the fray.
Through the series, we follow him and the crew of an escaped prison ship Moya, as they struggle for survival and freedom while Crichton seeks a way back home. The characters are unique and interesting, and the story engaging. I have to admit there’s something missing, maybe in production, or because it was made for cable, or low budget, or I’m not really sure and it bugs me, but it’s still enjoyable to watch.
The CGI is somewhat dated, but pretty good for its time, smooth and blending well with the built sets though the sound design could use some work. The makeup is amazing too, though most of the aliens are too humanoid, given a crazy haircut and painted a different colour.
The actors are pretty good too, especially Browder who really sells his performance as Crichton and is a joy to watch.
So I give it a must watch, especially for sci fi fans. Farscape ran for four seasons, culminating in a TV movie, and got much less appreciation than I feel it deserved.
With full speed ahead, we plunge into episode one, otherwise called Premiere.
We begin with Crichton staring at the sunrise, in his Hawaiian shirt and the space shuttle launch pad on the horizon. The first bits of dialogue are some sciency mumbo-jumbo that let us know all conditions are good to go while in the background they are fitting Johny into his space suit. Some more mumbo-jumbo follows as the annoying friend reads through magazines, talking about the experiment they are about to perform. In layman terms, he’s going to ride the upper circles of the atmosphere, using momentum and gravity to catapult his little ship off into space.
The launch goes as planned, and soon Johnny is on the fringes of the planet ready to begin the experiment that will prove his theory right. Even sooner, trouble comes on the horizon as some electro magnetic anomaly messes with their system and communications. Homebase orders him to abort, but before he has the chance, Crichton crashes into the anomaly, ripping a wormhole through space.
John emerges on the other side uscathed and quickly realises he can’t contact base, in fact, he can’t tell where he is at all. Not a moment later, a few space fighters whooz past him, one of them hitting the tip of his shuttle wing and crashing into an asteroid. It’s momentary and seemingly insignificant, but comes to play a huge part in the plot.
A cat sized, bug of a robot crawls up his shuttle when he finally lands in the loading bay of the ship. It short circuits his electronics, which starts a fire, in attempt to get him out.
Crichton catapults the shuttle lid along with the robot, breaking one of its little antenna eyes in the process. He later duct tapes it, something that will mark the little critter as his pet through the series.
More of the robots swarm him when he attempts to go back into his ship, tazing him along to the control deck. Crichton blinks, unable to believe his eyes, as a blue woman and a crazy looking man with tentacle-like hair struggle to control the ship. The man easily picks him up, asking questions in a language John can’t comprehend. That is quickly mended when one of the small bots injects him with translator microbes that magically decipher any language.
They are asking about his ship, having brought him along because they’ve never seen one of its kind and wonder if it can help them escape.
We then see the pilot, a huge creature with pincer-like hands that controls the ship from its core. Said ship, Moya, is in fact alive, a creature that dwells in the emptiness of space, and the pilot is another alien that is inserted to control the leviathan after it has been adjusted to serve as a ship.
Another of the crew joins us on his levitating throne, Dominar Rygel XVI, voiced by Jonathan Hardy, a king in exile. Meanwhile, Crichton lays where they threw him, still trying to comprehend what is happening.
Hull integrity is critical and the blue alien, Pa’u Zotoh Zhaan, played by Virginia Hay, starts praying until Ka D’Argo, played by Anthony Simcoe, rips out the right cables and the controls are unlocked. The collar is off, and the ship can finally flee. But it’s not over yet, the main enemy force arrives and Moya needs to starburst the hell out of there.
We shift to the enemy main ship where a woman reports that Moya has escaped and there were two casualties. The commander, Bialar Crais, played by Lani Tupu, replies he cares not about casualties, but then the messenger mentions one of them is his brother. The fighter that hit Crichton’s ship. Things get personal.
We are fifteen minutes in and none of them are squandered. Swift, action packed, and easy to follow introduction to the premise, characters and conflict.
While the ship is trying to figure out where the hell it is, our crew exchanges names and stories. Zhaan is the leader of anarchist priests, Ka D’Argo killed a fellow soldier, and the toad man was too shitty a ruler.
Meanwhile, Crichton awakes naked on the floor of a cell, praying it was all a dream. The small robot with the broken eye chippers something nearby proving him wrong. He questions why he has been imprisoned, and Rygel answers because they can’t trust him and his new cellmate, Officer Aeryn Sun, played by Claudia Black, whose Prowler, one of the space fighters, was swept into the starburst.
Turns out, Crichton, and humans in general, look exactly like Peacekeepers, the aliens that are pursuing Moya. John approaches Aeryn to introduce himself and she promptly beats the crap out of him demanding his rank and identification.
On the control deck, Moya and its crew try to slip into the nether regions of obscurity, but because Johnny took down Crais’ brother, the leader sets out to take down the leviathan ship.
Sometime later, the escaped prisoners feed the new prisoners in hopes to get information of of them, but the crew’s relations quickly break down as they bicker and whine with Zhaan trying to restore piece. Something she will do throughout her presence in the series.
Moya stops by a planet to trade, replenish whatever mechanical components and fluids were lost, and are needed to restore normal flight speed. While in his cell, Crichton muses on how he got where he is, determining it must have been a wormhole so the only way to go back is wormhole as well. Problem is, where to find or how to create one?
Earlier Aeryn tried to sneak out a fork and failed, now when she snaps at Johnny, he shows her he stole one as well. The two flee the cell as she plans to sabotage the ship and contact her people. He talks her out of sabotaging and the two fly off on her ship and down to the planet.
They get away, of course, thanks to Crichton’s smart mouthness, and along with Officer Sun, return to Moya.
The enemy ships follow, and unable to star jump yet, Moya is limited to running. But Johnny gets a genious idea to use his theory, the one he was testing, and bounce the ship from the planet’s atmosphere. He proves his theory right, and they escape, plunging into uncharted territories and towards new adventures.
Overall, the episode was well paced and did a good job establishing the series with the variety of interesting characters. A good show to watch on a lazy evening.