I am, at present, trying to clear enough words of fiction before the season finale of Heroes comes on that I can watch it guilt free. Heroes is coming to BBC 2 this month, and the second season will follow there shortly after the first has run, I believe. Those of you who missed out by not having the SciFi channel, can now find out what the fuss is about.
Make sure you do. Really. I know many of you, independent thinkers to a man/woman, have a natural tendency to shy away from things that are much-hyped. I have shared that tendency in the past, but am coming to appreciate the difference between pre-event hype, and post-event hype. Pre-event hype is based entirely on uninformed assumption, often fed by the very people who want to profit from said event when it happens. Post-event hype is borne of informed opinion. Heroes has now been seen by many people, and they have called it good. Even if tonight’s episode doesn’t live up to the rest of the season, it’s been a hell of a ride.
So give it a go when it switches to BBC2. At least try the first season opener, and see if it doesn’t grab you. Not watching Heroes because too many other people like it is a bit like not having sex, just because everybody else is at it.
I’ve also discovered the fascinating Dexter, running on Sunday nights, about a sociopathic serial killer who purges his needs by slaughtering others like him who the police cannot deal with. We’re only two episodes in so far, but I’m hooked. It’s adventurous, risky television, sophisticated and complex. Well worth your time.
My writing music of the moment, as though such a morsel of meaningless fact makes the slightest iota of difference to your lives, consists of a playlist of the three Pirates of the Caribbean movies, ordered consecutively. It’s a hell of a musical journey, and an extremely rich one (like the Star Wars prequels, the soundtracks are probably superior to the movies themselves – although I’m far more fond of the Pirates films than Lucas’s ill-advised creations). The development of the musical themes if particularly rewarding over the three films. The first is jaunty and devil-may-care, best demonstrated by Jack Sparrow’s bonkers themes. The second, probably the choppiest of the three, still gives some stunning moments, like the introduction of Davey Jones’s theme, and the blistering, pipe-organ crescendo of the Kraken’s attack. The third, by a clear distance the best, brings these together with a desperate, emotional frenzy, sweeping you up as it builds you to the soaring I Don’t Think Now Is The Best Time, in which Will and Elizabeth marry in the middle of a sword fight, Jack battles Davey Jones, and the Black Pearl rushes to a whirlpool doom. Beautiful, and heart-pumping enough to write frantically too, with an unnerving mania in my eyes.
Just so you know.