Indefensible Crap We Love: V
By Sara Henke
Hi, my name is Sara and I am a Pop Culture addict. (Hi, Sara). From my earliest memories I have loved all things Pop. At 4 years old I traded in my Muppet Show records and Disney soundtrack albums for my hippie mother’s box of hand-me-down 45s. I remember being 5 and nearly jumping out of my Dad’s lap in the balcony of the theater in our home town when the snow monster on Hoth came out of NOWHERE and clobbered Luke unconscious. I bamboozled my Mom into letting me stay up on Wednesday nights until 10:00 p.m. to watch St. Elsewhere and even at age 10, I got it. My first concert was “Your The Inspiration”-era Chicago during the summer between 6th and 7th grade. You get the idea – I love it all. Lately, though, my relationship with Pop Culture has gone a little stale. I’ve been particularly disenfranchised with the years-long Hollywood obsession with recycling all kinds of stupid, old dreck because they can’t come up with anything original anymore. Until the other day. I’m minding my own business on the El train reading my Bible – er, I mean Entertainment Weekly – when what do my eyes spy but a sneak peak of Comic-Con during which a preview of the remake of the ’80s TV show V will be unveiled.
For the uninitiated, allow me to get you up to speed. V started as a made-for-TV movie in 1983. It was about a group of Visitors (hence the name) from another planet that come to Earth and take over. The only thing that makes them look different from humans is the big pimpin’ space ships they roll up in and their space couture. At first they appear to want to peacefully coexist with humans, but are soon revealed to be cold-blooded, iguana-like creatures whose human visages peel away like silly putty! A group of human resistance fighters bands together to rumble with these evil reptiles. My 9-year-old self was HOOKED. I never saw the first big lizard reveal coming and about shit myself when the mask peeled away! Plus it was a one stop shop for crushes: One of my earliest girl-crushes was on the super hot, super bitchy alien leader Diana. The leader of the resistance was played by Marc Singer (brother of poor, flat chested Lori Singer, she of Footloose fame) and I had naughty dreams about him. In May of 1984 came a three night mini series V: The Final Battle. A whole bunch of battles and stuff happened during this installment, but the main draw was that a human teenager had sexy time with an alien dude at the end of the first TV movie. I couldn’t wait to learn what would happen with the birth of their (evil?) spawn. The night of the big finale and birth arrived and let’s just say those twins were definitely fraternal, one favoring mommy and one favoring the baby daddy. The mini-series was followed by a 19-episode series that I don’t remember anything about other than I loved it.
I’m sure if I went back and watched it now, V would be a craptastic suck fest. Well I won’t do it! I don’t want to sully the nostalgic place in my memory this series holds. Be assured I will be firmly planted on the couch in November eagerly tuning in to ABC’s reboot. Oh yeah! The added bonus is that Elizabeth Mitchell, one of the best parts of this last season of Lost is on it. If you are a sci-fi fan, consider giving the remake a chance. You might be pleasantly surprised.
Here’s a sneak peak at the reboot of V, which will be shown on ABC this fall: