This might also have been called Defying Logic, because, as we all know, stuff in space relies on logic to make it work, and programmes about space require someone to commission them, and that’s why it Defied Logic.
Who, oh who, thought this show was a good plan? Whoever it was, they should be in a position better suited to their talents, such as picking up dog poop, for in commissioning Defying Gravity, that’s pretty much what they’ve done.
In fact, in the States where Defying Gravity took its first faltering – and literally weightless – steps, it’s already been cancelled, so that makes it even more logic defying. Why is the BBC showing a series that – should anyone actually want to watch – doesn’t ever come to a conclusion?
But I’m not in the least surprised that the show failed, because Defying Gravity would be far more at home as a comedic parody series. And if it wasn’t asking us to take seriously its ludicrous storylines and characters, it might actually have worked as a send up of a space mission.
The story includes a mysterious thing that can reverse vasectomies – and in a future where abortion is illegal, it’s a sticky wicket for two of the crew members who shared a one night stand with pitter patter results – and of course, there’s the obligatory commander type who was once forced to leave his men behind… oh yawn.
Haunted by flashbacks of abandoning his men on Mars, and doubtless there’ll be dozens of them, they’ve also attributed some of the cheesiest lines to this character too. There was one that was practically dripping Brie about space being a fool’s game and well then, he’s a fool. I can’t remember the line verbatim because to be honest, most of the show was so stupid it simply bounced off my eyes and ears, but you get the gist.
The writers also chose to explain away the fact that the astronauts aren’t floating around like turds in an unflushed bowl – which again, metaphorically they were and are, it’s just that bad – by having them go into an explanation of how the nano-fibres in their suits keep them “pulled toward the deck electromagnetically.” Oh puleeeeeese. It seems to work on hair too because nobody’s coiffure floated around.
There was a sex scene though where, with magic suits off, the characters did float around; I suppose it saves one of them being left to lie in the damp patch…
“We’re in uncharted territory here” announced one of the crew, but in fact, they’re in territory that’s been done to death, and most it far better than this. That being the case, Defying Gravity is the coffin in which all similarly flesh-crawlingly-pants shows should be buried.
The series is already half dead and given that we know its condition is terminal, I most definitely wouldn’t bother getting ‘into’ it, even if you were so inclined, but frankly, I can’t imagine anyone is.