You know, I totally relate to the idea of heroes who
fail at times. My fave series is UFO, where the hero
faces relentless losses...his marrirage ends, his son dies, he has to let a guy be murdered, he has to pull the plug on his mate's space suit coz he's under alien control, etc...and my fave Doctor Who is Davison, who's companions die, walk out, try to kill him and who gets mercilessly hounded and beaten in his final story before the final end...and when I wrote my own SF hero, I named him Damon Dark because I wanted to do stuff about a dark hero who has a lot of "demons", psychological and
emotional torments.
I guess Blakes 7 lost me in two ways. First, Blake was the hero and he left...I always felt like Gareth Thomas leaving was like if Ed Bishop had left UFO...I never quite got over that. And secondly, Avon killing Blake...I just couldn't "like" Avon after that, he lost my respect and my sympathy. All the dark shit that happens to Doctor Five and to Ed Straker, I pitied those guys, they were sympathetic characters, I felt a deep sense of connection because I related to their pain and I wanted to write about my own loneliness and fear and pain of loss, growing up with a mentally-ill mother and coming out of it as a rather dysfunctional adult who struggled with
relationships for a long time, I wanted to express that in my own writing. (I got some shit over the Damon Dark ep where he kills an alien in the shape of his Mother, I can tell you!)
But Avon is not sympathetic, to me. I find myself ultimately unable to relate to him. He's cool, but he's too damn weird and too damn
nuts and too damn edgey to be relatable. In Straker, I can at least see the man sincerely loves his son and hates putting his life at risk. I can see he's hurt, devastated when his boy dies and his ex wife tells him to never show his face again. Similarly, in Dr.Who, I can see that the Doctor is shattered when Adric dies and Tegan walks out. I can relate to the pain of the hero who fails.
But Blakes 7...I feel like everyone dies and we're left with Avon who is grinning like a mad bastard and...it's frigging AWESOME television, don't get me wrong...but I don't relate, I don't FEEL for him, I don't feel what he feels, the
audience participation is shattered by the power of what's on the screen. Audiences need a blank face they can read their own reactions into. Darrow's grin over-rides my feelings and I'm left with nothing. I'm an observer on the outside saying "Wow, he's finally snapped!" All the people I cared about are dead. The survivor is too
bizarre for words.
So...it's a great show...yet it
fails to stick with me.
The Daleks have a genius for war.