When I first became interested in Firefly on 1 May, 2004 (yes, I remember the date), the whole affair seemed rather innocent. “What a great show!”, I thought. “They’re making a movie?!”, I exclaimed, in a vaguely squeaky teenage voice. Little did I know that being a fan of the sci-fi western would be an unending ordeal, whereby I’d be snacking on every last scrap of authentic narrative until somebody eventually turns around and decides to make a new series out of it.
That hunger will be sated once again this May with the release of Firefly: Still Flying, a new collection containing never-before-seen stories by the show’s writers, as well as behind-the-scenes photos and all manner of Browncoat-related content.
It’s quite incredible, that almost eight years since the show’s debut, there’s still a sustainable level of interest in Joss Whedon’s fascinating sci-fi universe. With role-playing games, merchandise and a steady stream of official comic books from Dark Horse, it’s amazing that an intellectual property can live for so long after the series ran for only half year.
While I’m an advocate of Firefly’s continuation in any form, however, let’s face the truth. We, as fans, want one of two things: a new TV series, or a new movie, and, due to so many factors that seem to stand in the way, we’ll probably get neither. Everything we have got and will get, post-Serenity, feels like something of a consolation prize. This isn’t a slight against the creators behind such projects, but rather disappointment that nobody’s seen fit to restore the franchise in a more palatable way.