The end of Blakes 7 has arrived

It has taken less time than I had planned for, mainly due to the fact it was a child friendly show so I could watch it at any time, but I have now reached the end of my newest challenge: watching the Blakes 7 series. All 4 series in fact, from 1979 - 1982. 14 episodes in each series, so about 56hrs of Science Fiction from the BBC. 

My first impressions are that it was quite incredible. Admittedly the fashions may well have been from the future, but of course the future was seen from being in 1978. I refer you to the below. 70s future clothing is quite like 70s clothes. 




As you can see, the effort was made but still not quite futuristic. The other great oddity was so much wanted to be futuristic but in fact there was a hotch potch of Middle Ages too. Future and past 


All gauntlets and tunics.

Then there was mr 70s funk star. 


All fine, all proper and all a tad barmy. 

And there is a theme of barminess running through it. A classic English show with that odd English trait running through it. A quirkiness I’d thought and dialogue. It makes it very appealing. Far better, I thought. than Dr Who which was the other BBCs science fiction show which for some reason has outlasted this one. 

Blakes 7 was never really designed for longevity. In fact it was meant to end at the third series, but then surprisingly they commissioned a fourth one. Blake of course not having been in the 3rd series, and he was only in the last ever episode at the end of the 4th series, playing a crucial part in the grand finale. It was good to see him back, but by this point Avon had become the star of the show. 

Avon, the cynical and selfish crew member really stole the entire show with his caustic, dry wit and sarcasm. Paul Darrow who played the part only recently died in his mid-70s; He was still a cult figure after 40yrs! 

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