Firefly Marathon 4: Bushwacked
Apparently, a few pages from a Conan the Barbarian comic book survived the eradication of intelligent literature than spawned Firefly, because this episode deals with Reavers. Whedon’s already dealt with Slayers, and this show’s about thieves, so all we need is a monologue of Bathory lyrics and a reference to Cimmeria and we’ll be ready for the D&D convention. Our crew of hardy wise-cracking outlaws comes across the abandoned set of Event Horizon, and soon runs afoul of the Alliance, who look more and more like flying tax offices the more episodes I see of this. The installment has one of those really annoying segments where we get to see how wacky the crew is in separate interogation sequences. We don't really get to see the Reavers very much, which I suppose is intented to be a Kaiser Soze thing, but when the people telling this particular campfire tale have all the story-telling talent of a 14-year old explaining to his parents why he threw up red wine during Sunday brunch, it's a little ineffective. Then we get to see one, and it looks like Melinda Clarke from Return of the Living Dead 3.
I am getting very hungry. A kindly donation was made of turkey leftovers from an old friend, but she has the flu, so I’m a little suspicious. Either she’s doing a good deed, or she’s giving me the 21st century version of smallpox blankets. Since she’s spent the last 9 years of her life putting up with my increasingly frequent and incoherent Master Shake-style rants, the smart money’s on the latter.