SG:1 musings

Okay, so after watching Friday's episode... is Ba'al really and truly gone this time? Okay, he has the ability to clone himself, that's known. But how many times did he do it? The Jaffa killed one clone. Teal'c killed another, and at least four clones and possibly the original died on Friday's episode.

But is that it? And, if not, at what point is Cameron going to bitch about how many times do they have to kill this guy? Although, mind you, I don't think anyone on SG:1 even had a certainty that Ba'al was on the mothership...

My guess is because of that last fact, this isn't the last we've seen of Ba'al. But it's getting a bit silly...

And yet, another sequel

Saw an advertisement for Final Destination 3 the other day.

Is it just me, or is this really just all played out? I mean, seriously, how many more times can they tell the "attractive young people cheat death only to succumb to its' icy grasp hours or days later" story? I mean, I've only ever seen the first two on basic cable, so probably 80% of the gore is cut out, but the concept strikes me as basically flawed.

We're talking (at least as far as the movies are concerned) about an active, malignant force as death. Dare I say it, as Death, an anthropomorphic figure not unlike the Discworld version. Only instead of the Discworld Death, the Final Destination Death is based on Woody Allen, being so neurotic that he just can't let anyone slip his grasp.

Please. They're still eventually going to die. All these movies are showing us is that Death apparently has a quota to maintain.

Here's how FD3 should go (but alas, it won't)

Death appears before the assembled cast, who have narrowly averted their gruesome demise on a (I believe) run-away roller-coaster. (Okay, that's just fucking sad. At least the other FD movies had an airplane crash and a multi-car pile-up. At this rate, FD4 will be a bunch of people who narrowly avoid death by not sticking tin-foil in the microwave).

Death: Congratulations, you cheated... me. Now, I could, over the next several days, kill you off, one by one, in a series of grotesque "accidents", that serve no other purpose then to gross people out and almost certainly prove the existence of a higher supernatural force. But I won't. You get to live.

Cast sighs in relief and turns to leave.

Death: Oh, wait. No, we're not done.

Cast bimbo: But you said we got to live.

Death: Yeah, that's right. For now. You're all eventually going to die. And because I'm such a nice guy, I'm going to tell you all how you die, now that it's not a quick and relatively merciful death on the roller-coaster. *points at bimbo* You become a high-class prostitute, are hooked on junk, and OD in the house of a prominent Senator. He disposes of your body in the woods and your parents never know what happens to you. *points at obligatory jock-type* You make it to major-league football, only to blow out your knee in your second year of the pros. You end up committing suicide, horribly mentally scarring your young son and leaving your wife with tons of debt. *points at slightly nerdy guy* You die on the operating table during a botched trans-sexual operation. *points at female lead* You're kidnapped and tortured for several days by a serial killer. If it's any consolation, you're his last victim. *points at mandatory law-enforcement type* You live to the ripe old age of 92, but you have advanced-stage Alzheimer's and die, alone and forgotten, covered in your own shit in a sub-standard nursing home.

Cast mumbles and cries amongst themselves.

Death: So! Who's up for giving that roller-coaster one more try?