There
is, of course, the obvious. Nathan Fillion is the leading man to end
all leading men. A man's man whom all men want to be and all women
want to be with. You can imagine yourself being his best friend, his
lover, his partner, his enemy, his friend. Any capacity, any
relationship, you cannot imagine yourself not having a good time with
this man. Careless charm, good looks, and a reckless disregard for
the rules have been the basis for the likeable rogue since Han Solo
swept away the heart of the Princess in Star Wars in the seventies.
Although I don't think anyone has done it as well as Fillion since.
But
I would be remiss if I didn't mention the superb supporting cast.
Each and every one of them has something wonderful to offer to the
story of a misfit crew flying through space in search of the big
score. Each of them is touching and hilarious and scary and flawed.
Each is endearing and frustrating and achingly sweet
We
love and hate them all in turns. They are all incredibly real. And
that is the real genius of this show. It feels as if it could really
happen despit being set in the future in space with people dressed as
if they were riding horses in the wild west.
I
don't believe Joss Whedon has ever done anything that I believe has
surpassed the writing genius and the collaborative acting effort that
was the genius that was Firefly. And the proof is the love that the
show's fans continue to poor out to it even after all this time. So
this Valentine's day I'm sending a great big Valentine to my favorite
Sci-Fi Steampunkish show. And I hope you do to. Happy Valentine's
Day Firefly. May you shine on forever!