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Jo&stv, purveyors of dodgy DVDs to the unsuspectingly parochial Cape Town populace, lent me the first two DVDs of Lexx, which is a dodgy low-budget Canadian space opera TV series. I just spent a bemused evening watching the first one. To create Lexx, the following recipe appears to have been followed:

• Take several vaguely film-related geeks, male, whose careers are at an all-time low, at the point where they're considering hooking.
• Regress to 14-year-old adolescent male status, where not already in place.
• For a period not less than two months, subject to an unrelieved diet of early Star Trek episodes interspersed with anything by David Cronenberg, but particularly Videodrome and eXistenZ. I'd say that Clockwork Orange-style head clamps and pinned-back eyelids were used.
• Apply liberal quantities of LSD and make them read either 1984 or Brave New World, preferably both, repeatedly, together.
• Having dried them out from the hallucinations, get them really, really stoned and force them to write a script.
• Use the same geeks to produce and direct the script, at suitably stoned pace, with lots of CGI, and a costume designer whose heart is in the 80s.
• Sprinkle the result liberally with pulsating brains, hokey Dark Side references, insectoid spacecraft, totalitarian regimes, imitation Dementors, weird cults, bizarre hand gestures, tight mini skirts with high boots, black humour, truly icky bits, some rather hot cast members, and, for some reason, a warrior race addicted to full-choir male voice part singing.
• Stir, mass-produce and unleash on the unsuspecting world, where it'll promptly tank.

Actually, rather like Vogon poetry, I kinda liked it. It's what The Chronicles of Riddick could have been if it was much lower budget, considerably more off-the-wall, and much less pretentious.