There are, as far as I can tell, two kind of people in the world: Those who get Firefly, and those who aren’t worth talking to.

Okay, maybe it’s not that bad, but Firefly is a kind of litmus test to tell whether someone loves sci-fi because they love things that are shiny, or they just love shiny things. (That joke was a test of the emergency nerdcast system.)  In English it means, do they understand the power of Science Fiction to tell an awesome story, or do they just car that its full of cool stuff that blows up big.

I got together with a bunch of friends to watch Serenity, the Firefly movie, over the weekend. I hadn’t seen the movie since it came out three years ago, and like the series itself, having a little time between now and then to let the moment burn off has made me think of the film with a great deal more kindliness. I suppose at the time it was released I was still just getting over the grieving process from the show. Like most fans I discovered my love for the series on DVD.  Not that I hadn’t tried to watch it on broadcast television, but the Fox network did everything in their power to make sure that the experience was less than satisfying. From showing the episodes out of order, to spacing them out weeks apart, only Futurama has suffered a more terrible fate at their hands.

The series has always been long on charm, and the movie captures that feeling of futuristic nostalgia.  It’s a mash up cowboys and spaceships; two genres that have shared a common lineage ever since Star Trek creator Gene Roddenberry pitched that show as “Wagon Train to the stars.”

Joss Whedon, Firefly’s talented creator is still putting out some new material, including some comic books that take place between the series and the movie, but it seems that the odds of seeing new adventures of the ship and her crew are pretty slim.  That’s especially true since the film was a flop in the theaters.

Still, it’s a damn good film, if you’re worth talking to.

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