Here is a review of the show I wrote up for the IMDB and some other sites:
My spoilery review, for what its worth.
Gordon's Alive?!
No, no he is not, I'm afraid. DOA.
So I watched this thing called 'Flash Gordon' on the Bonnie Hammer channel. I'm using air quotation marks around that, because I'm having trouble seeing anything remotely resembling Flash Gordon in this production.
Let me throw my bias out there. I love old stuff, particularly 30s and 40s pulp. I love the old serials, rockets on strings and all, because they are fun. I give lots of credit to the old-timers because they built the foundation that modern sci-fi is built on. I love the 1980 Flash Gordon, it's fun, sexy, yeah over the top- but did I mention it's FUN? And the set and costume design are very faithful to the original Alex Raymond comic strip art, which quite frankly, holds up very well and is better than quite a bit of the comic book art out there today.
But all this aside- Flash Gordon is the epic story of a stand-up guy stuck on Planet Mongo with a chick he just met, and the brilliant scientist who semi-kidnapped him there in the first place. Along the way, there are giant monsters, sword fights, cliff-hangers, and a planet-wide rebellion that Flash organizes against the despotic emperor Ming, because, well, Flash is a stand-up guy. Flash has sort of an early Moonlighting unrequited relationship with Dale Arden, partly becuse every Princess and Queen of Mongo wants to sex him up. Oh yeah, and rocket ships- lots and lots of rocket ships.
Which leads us directly to our new show, which I think I'll be calling Sliders vs Smallville. No, that would be an insult to two entertaining programs. How about Stargate 90210? I think I'll just call it "this show". So Flash is this guy running in the local YMCA 10k run, and his mom is sick, and his dad is dead, and blah blah blah- show was boring at this point already. Why does every hero have to have a Lifetime movie of the week backstory for motivation? Can't a guy just do some heroing because he thinks it's the right thing to do?
Suffice to say there are no rockets, and they get to Mongo and back with sci-fi's 2nd greatest money saving invention (after filming in Vancouver using Canadian slave labor), the wormhole. Yes folks, not a rocket in sight! So the baddies send a robot over to terrorize the bowling alley (on League Night, the bastards!), and Flash and the Scooby gang investigate the mystery. Turns out Flash's old man built the wormhole technology, and maybe still alive on the other side. Flash uses the defeated robot's portal opener (I didn't mention them fighting the robot. Because it was lame.) And once on the weirdly alien Mongo (if you consider British Columbia filmed through a yellow lens "weirdly alien"), they encounter ruthless, cunning, Ming the Merciless! Or maybe he's the cranky housewares manager at Wal-Mart. I'm sure there was some PC reason for not making Ming a bald Asian guy. But making him a passive blond middle manager wearing a doorman's uniform just boggles the mind. This is supposed to be Ming the %&*$ing Merciless, not Ming the slightly annoyed. Anyway, he holds court in the dimly lit lobby of a Rodeway Inn, and lets one of his followers off the hook in a situation where Charles Middleton or Max von Sydow would have blasted her to atoms. And laughed about it.
So, there is some subplot about going to Imax movies or something, and Flash is rescued from being tortured (but not us), by the ball-shrivellingly unsexy Princess Aura. They hop back over to Earth (hello Stargate!), and find the showtimes for Imax were on Flash's watch the whole time! Aura goes back to Mongo, thinking the Imax watch is destroyed, and Flash is stuck on Earth with an inept bounty hunter broad that Ming sent in after Aura. Oh in all this, I forgot to mention Dr. Zarkov is some sort of young, creepy peeping-tom who travels around in Mentor's old Winnebago. No brilliant scientist here! Seriously, he just stands around and mumbles about red Swingline staplers and squirrels getting married. He invents a gun that doesn't work, and no one ever seems to think of getting, a you know, real gun to fight the bad guys. Even though it is established that 120 volt AC household current will kill the robot, which most humans could shrug off.
This show would have sucked even it weren't called 'Flash Gordon', but slapping this dreck with that name is punch right in the crotch to anyone who knows anything about classic sci-fi. I've seen people defending this one here and there. "Give it chance, it was just the pilot". "I was unfamiliar with Flash Gordon, so I thought it was OK". "Who cares about a 70 year old show anyway"? Maybe you've never heard of Flash Gordon, or are unfamiliar with the basic concepts. If you call yourself a fan of sci-fi, than you owe it to yourself to look into the legacy of this character. The Raymond comic strips and the Buster Crabbe serials are the Shakespeare of modern space-fantasy. Everything out there is derivative of them. Star Wars in particular is almost 100% repackaged Flash Gordon. Lucas wanted to make Flash Gordon, couldn't get the rights, and the rest is history.
Maybe you think the 1980 movie sucked, and that's OK, I can see that. But as I said before, there is alot more fun packaged into that film than the last 15 years of sci-fi put together.
One other little thing- could the Air Force please run a humanitarian aid paradrop for the ladies of Hollywood? Every woman in this show needs a bucket of fried chicken and some apple pie. Remember when ladies had figures, and did not look 10 year old boys? Ah, those were the days. Bring back spandex, lame, and nylon, please. Every since the Seattle garage bands took over, costume designers have decided the future is all about grungy leather pants. It's not sexy, not at all. I loves me some Mad Max, but not every show needs to go that route. Give us back our Erin Grays and Ornella Mutis in tight shiny pants, it's all I ask. (On a side note, I have been watching the Buck Rogers box set with my 12 year old boy. He grew a mustache after the first episode.)
So, let me sum up. No rockets, no epic adventure, no hot babes, no giant monsters, no swordplay= no Flash Gordon. If you just take it by itself- it still sucks. If you enjoyed this photo play in the least bit, please seek professional help.
I give this production 5 head butts to the face.
Bas