V is a little bit of a guilty pleasure to be sure
It's appallingly written - character motives come and go, huge gaping plot holes and oversights and some seriously wooden dialogue. Characters stumble through the plot like drones and coincidence heaps upon coincidence.
But it does have a few redeeming features - discounting the camp spice added by Jane Badler. I am sure that a lot of geeks of my generation got a shiver when she was revealed - and I think every gay geek was mandated to squeal, just a little bit :)
Like BSG before it - there's a metaphysical aspect in the quest to conquer the human soul. But that's probably where the comparisons to Ron Moore's opus stop.
Monica Baccarin's Anna can be (but rarely is) truly terrifying, her smiling, beauteous demeanour revealing nothing of her (virtual) moustache-twirling-histrionic-spouting-evil.
The sheer preposterous nature of the show is fast becoming its strength. How mental can they go this week - and still keep me watching till the closing credits.
Yet still I watch.
Sexy lizard queens with (very Freudian!) lethal hidden tails? Check.
Yet still I watch,
A master plan to breed with the humans (How very 1950's b-movie - "We're here for your women!"). check.
Yet still I watch.
A giant technobabble plot device (We need to park our giant invisible space ships on buildings) Check.
Yet still I watch.
Plot twists telegraphed so far in advance that they make an episode of Casualty look like Hitchcock.
You get the picture - yet still I watch.
Maybe I keep watching in the vain hope that someone, at some point, will slap the sh!t out of Tyler. For. Being. So. Damn. Stupid.
I know it's bad - but I am hooked. Just don't tell anyone.