Jettisoning the headlong excitement of Marshall’s marvellous opening two episodes for limp camp politics and slow-burn romances involving both Judy and Penny. When oh when will the dopey Robinsons realise she is up to no good? Genders have been smartly flipped for the requisite pantomime nasty to a splendid Parker Posey, who plays Smith’s manipulations as a subtle pathology of survivalist cunning, messing with minds like a stray Hannibal Lecter whose improbably convoluted schemes can run episodes ahead. Smith (who might not be a doctor at all). The forward thrust is only slightly waylaid by flashbacks to pre-expedition Robinson tribulation, the sinister attack on the mothership that landed them and sundry other survivors on this planet (with its own imminent trajectory into the maw of a black hole - but how are they going getaway without any fuel?) and the murky origins of stowaway Dr. By the third time the squabbling parents get stranded together to mull over their differences, you start to hope the tar pit will swallow them up.
Stephens’ grumbling, former black-ops type John and Parker’s stubborn super-scientist Maureen are doing a mightily poor job of disguising the fact their marriage was on the skids even before they launched for a fresh start in the colony on Alpha Centuri - where only the best and brightest are given a shot. Not that we don’t also get plenty of family dysfunction. Tune in next week… Or hang on five seconds if you’re in the market for an easy binge. Every episode turns hilariously life or death. Gone are the cheesy grins and tin-foil costumes, the uncomfortable emphasis on a white-bread American family unit.Įvery tribulation met by the Robinsons in this fortuitously habitable but treacherous place unleashes a skilfully overwrought cascade of crisis. Sensibly, gone are the cheesy grins and tin-foil costumes, the uncomfortable emphasis on a white-bread American family unit.īut with the addition of strong production values, the grit of good stuntwork in hardscrabble locations, a fine cast, a hatful of decent directors - including Neil Marshall and Cube’s Vincent Nattali - here is a buoyant commitment to Saturday-morning serial, edge-of-the-sofa thrill for thrill’s abundant sake. In this case an unknown planet, trillions of light-years from home that bears an uncanny resemblance to the pine forests within driving distance of well-priced studio space in Vancouver (there are bizarre similarities to Alien: Covenant, but thankfully none of that deadpan, pseudo-profound huggermugger about creation). Developed by Matt Sazama and Burk Sharpless, rather than labouring over the kind of twisty-turny, self-important report on the human condition that demarcates big telly, they have simply reopened the old playbook - a shipwrecked family escape an endless medley of perils in paradise.
#Lost in space cast tv#
What gives Netflix’s high-end reboot of Irwin Allen’s sixties TV romp - itself a sci-fi spin on Johann David Wyss’ 19th century adventure Swiss Family Robinson - such innocent, head-on pleasure is the fact it is hardly a reboot at all.
0 kommentar(er)
