Post by Ben on Oct 13, 2006 9:39:38 GMT
Dum de dum, dum dum de dum, dum dum dum dum de de dum dum dum dum de de dum…
That theme tune was always irritatingly catchy.
I’ve always had quite fond memories of watching this show – a bit of opulent escapist nonsense during that long, humourless snot of a decade called the 1980’s.
My recollection of Dynasty, not having really watched it since its original run, is a dizzy construct of iconic “mental Polaroid” moments. Blake and Krystle smooching by the fire in the study. Alexis causing Krystle's miscarriage by shooting at her horse whilst clad in red beret and killer heels, and their subsequent beating the shit out of each other in Alexis' "studio" apartment and then in a lily pond. Adam’s audacious attempt to kill Jeff by decorating his office with poisonous paint. Claudia going loopy and chucking Fallon and Jeff's baby off a skyscraper roof, but it's actually a doll. Steven being injured in an oil rig explosion and returning with a completely new face and personality (as did all the other Carrington children - Fallon, Amanda, Adam).
The massive controversy over the supposed “kiss of death” between Linda Evans and an AIDS-ravaged Rock Hudson. Trigger-happy terrorists gate-crashing a royal wedding in exotic, far-flung Moldavia, followed by the daring A Team rescue mission of the King by Alexis (dressed as a nun) and her action man toyboy Dex. Krystle being kidnapped by her trampy, gold-digging niece Sammy Jo and George Hamilton and replaced in the Carrington household by an evil doppelganger, and the queasy spectacle of her then having to fend off a randy Blake. Kate O'Mara as Alexis' shady sister Cassandra "Caress" Morrell. Crazy Claudia burning down "La Mirage" with her candles of hate. Fallon being picked up by a low-flying UFO at the end of much-maligned spin-off The Colbys. Nebulous intrigue involving South China Oil Leases.
And of course Joan Collins’ Cruella De Vil schtick, perched high in her “apartments” plotting the destruction of her enemies, snarling her way through sub-Noel Coward bitchy witticisms and tortured metaphors, whilst brandishing a cigarette holder and dressed in furs, turban and Erich Von Stroheim stretch pants.
No sign of a UK DVD release yet, but you can get season one (sans Alexis and Sammy Jo) in the States. The first season is a radically different beast to the seasons that follow. It's actually a very intelligent, sweeping condemnation of the right-wing Reaganite rich - really well written and acted. In fact, it could actually work as a mini-series in its own right.
It's only with season two - when Joan Collins and Heather Locklear arrive - that Dynasty starts to become the campy fun show that everyone remembers.
That theme tune was always irritatingly catchy.
I’ve always had quite fond memories of watching this show – a bit of opulent escapist nonsense during that long, humourless snot of a decade called the 1980’s.
My recollection of Dynasty, not having really watched it since its original run, is a dizzy construct of iconic “mental Polaroid” moments. Blake and Krystle smooching by the fire in the study. Alexis causing Krystle's miscarriage by shooting at her horse whilst clad in red beret and killer heels, and their subsequent beating the shit out of each other in Alexis' "studio" apartment and then in a lily pond. Adam’s audacious attempt to kill Jeff by decorating his office with poisonous paint. Claudia going loopy and chucking Fallon and Jeff's baby off a skyscraper roof, but it's actually a doll. Steven being injured in an oil rig explosion and returning with a completely new face and personality (as did all the other Carrington children - Fallon, Amanda, Adam).
The massive controversy over the supposed “kiss of death” between Linda Evans and an AIDS-ravaged Rock Hudson. Trigger-happy terrorists gate-crashing a royal wedding in exotic, far-flung Moldavia, followed by the daring A Team rescue mission of the King by Alexis (dressed as a nun) and her action man toyboy Dex. Krystle being kidnapped by her trampy, gold-digging niece Sammy Jo and George Hamilton and replaced in the Carrington household by an evil doppelganger, and the queasy spectacle of her then having to fend off a randy Blake. Kate O'Mara as Alexis' shady sister Cassandra "Caress" Morrell. Crazy Claudia burning down "La Mirage" with her candles of hate. Fallon being picked up by a low-flying UFO at the end of much-maligned spin-off The Colbys. Nebulous intrigue involving South China Oil Leases.
And of course Joan Collins’ Cruella De Vil schtick, perched high in her “apartments” plotting the destruction of her enemies, snarling her way through sub-Noel Coward bitchy witticisms and tortured metaphors, whilst brandishing a cigarette holder and dressed in furs, turban and Erich Von Stroheim stretch pants.
No sign of a UK DVD release yet, but you can get season one (sans Alexis and Sammy Jo) in the States. The first season is a radically different beast to the seasons that follow. It's actually a very intelligent, sweeping condemnation of the right-wing Reaganite rich - really well written and acted. In fact, it could actually work as a mini-series in its own right.
It's only with season two - when Joan Collins and Heather Locklear arrive - that Dynasty starts to become the campy fun show that everyone remembers.