SPACE 1999 — BLACK SUN
The correct nomenclature is Black Hole, yes, but BLACK SUN still drills the same terror in my head as it did when I was ten, especially without the “the.” BLACK SUN. Fuck, this is it. You’re doomed.
This was only the third episode of Space: 1999‘s very troubled start-up, and the show’s legendary creator, Gerry Anderson, went totally ballistic when this episode was broadcast out of sequence. No matter what the runaway Moon’s velocity might be, Gerry wanted some rationale as to how the Alphans might encounter a new planet—or something—every week, by tossing them into an entirely new area of space. As it happened, this snafu would be the least of Gerry’s problems. Space: 1999 would cost him his marriage, and then he would heroically stick around for the disastrous and horrifically awful second season. The poor genius. If only he had managed to encounter…
God as a feminine entity. Raised as a Catholic, this blew my mind when I was ten. This was… revolutionary. I liked it. A lot. I still do.
BLACK SUN, FULL EPISODE