Now this is what a sci-fi series should be! B5 is back, and for fans of one of the greatest series in T.V. herstory, the wait was well worth the trouble of many sleepless nights and binge eating. Like a well-boiled lobster tail covered in diet butter or a $.99 whataburger with cheese, "B5: Legend of the Rangers" went done fast, clean, and with as little gagging as possible. Sure the acting wasn't up to "Dynasty" standards, but one must look past such quibbling of the thespian technique whenever Aaron Spelling's name is absent for the marquee. All in all a wonderful effort from Mr.S and company, but the question that arises like corn from a hefty bowel movement; is this newest inception, not incarnation, of the Babylonian franchise worth the 2 hours spent chained to the boob tube? Well I'd have to say yes.

For those unfamiliar with B5 herstory and the grandiose characters that inhabit places where shadows never fall, all I can say is SHAME ON YOU! How dare you even log onto a website whose host has devoted so much sweat and cloudy urine into showcasing only those items of interest to the socially strange and incredibly unacceptable masses of the fantastic. But if you do belong to that great unwashed group of persons and appendages who have yet to dive belly first into the overwhelming realm of cyclopean Vorlons, red-eyed Narns, and big haired Centauri, than fret not, because the Doctor has a prescription that will go down easier than any suppository, and it's name is "Legend of the Rangers".

Now for the record, let it be known that I for one do not feel in any way obliged to sit for an extended spell, as some Hollywood hack artist decides to carve out a little notch for themselves in the oh so sacred sci-fi continuity by way of dynamite and a chainsaw. But Michael Stranglemyvinnie (I never could spell that mans name) is by no means a drive by assassin of the pin; he is in this twisted outpatient's mind, the best television series author the medium of broadcasting has ever seen. Where others grope and hesitantly prod a series storyline and characters through season after aimless season, like some inept high-school junior in the front seat of his fathers Lincoln on prom night, Mr. S cuts straight to the quick, with little or no sympathy or care for the viewer on the receiving end. His stories are smart, sometimes stand alone pieces of hardcore science fiction, that expect a lot of thought on the audiences frontal lobes, but perform so beautifully that when assembled in their entirety, dissolve at the edges into becoming a picture of sublime fun. That was the glory known as "Babylon 5", and now the king has retuned once more, to weave a new pattern into the mythos of Babylon with the addition of "Legend of the Rangers".

I watched this blessed event in the company of none other than the Devil himself, my best friend LeRoy. Known throughout the galaxy as both a tyrant and scoundrel, LeRoy has the attention span of a ringworm, and the patience of a crack fiend suffering from third day withdrawals. That being a given, you could easily imagine the feat placed before me, as the credits flashed by, and the start to what may be a series regular presented itself to this seasoned fan and his less than enthusiastic friend. So were my 2 hours spent with tight fisted moments of apology and sweaty brow appeals, to the beloved companion seated on my left, that given just a little more time, this seed that we had favored above beer swigging bowling would indeed blossom into the flower that had preceded it? No was the answer, a resounding NO indeed! All things considered, this newest addition to the B5 family is in no way related to its bastard brother "A Call To Arms", or the basement bound S family shame "In The Beginning"; in fact, "Legend" was like a family reunion, without the need for heavy liquor or horse tranquilizers. "Babylon 5" is back baby, and this bitch has come through the gate kicking and screaming its existence so loudly, that any doubting-Toms in the group would feel compelled to insert their own foot into places that only food and other body parts should go.

I'll return next week to backup my heavy claims to this series fame, but for now, a trick is on the phone and I must go, but I'll return soon to review, spew, and stew all things sci-fi.

Love to the missus,
Dr. Strangelove.