
It was the sort of pitch meeting that becomes the stuff of legend. Kenneth Johnson was trying to sell NBC on a TV movie based on Sinclair Lewis’s novel, It Can’t Happen Here, which depicts the United States degenerating into fascism. But the network execs weren’t interested, and one of them proposed that the fascists be alien invaders. Initially, Johnson disliked the proposal, but eventually he came around. V, (which, contrary to popular belief, stands for Victory, not Visitors) debuted on May 1st, 1983 as a two-part mini-series and became an overnight sensation. It depicted the arrival of ostensibly benevolent human-like aliens who claimed to have come to Earth seeking our help in saving their dying planet. But intrepid reporter Mike Donovan (Marc Singer) soon learns that the Visitors are lying. Hidden behind their human masks are horrible reptiles with snake-like tongues, and they are here to steal our water and harvest humans for food. The Visitors gaslight the populace, feeding them lies about a conspiracy of scientists as an excuse to seize total control of the planet. Most of society goes along with it, but those few humans who know the truth band together to resist. The saga is all but forgotten today, so it may surprise younger people to learn just how huge it was at the time. There were novels, comic books, t-shirts, and action figures. The cast made the cover of numerous magazines. Kids at school were flicking their tongues in imitation of the reptilian aliens and talking endlessly about how the beautiful Diana (Jane Badler) unhinged her jaw to swallow a guinea pig whole. With all of the hype over the horrifying and sensational imagery of that first episode, the true core of the concept is often overlooked.
V is primarily about fascism, about how it grows and festers, insidiously taking root, fooling much of the populace into viewing it as normal, into accepting the dominance of its leaders and turning a blind eye to its atrocities. And it is about the heroism of the resistance fighters who risk everything (or in many cases have nothing left to lose) to restore freedom. A criticism often leveled against the series is that this original mission statement was soon forgotten in favor of banal action and torrid soap-opera dramatics. The criticism unquestionably has merit. After the initial two-part mini-series, things did indeed go downhill. Eventually, way downhill.

The problems began right away. Kenneth Johnson’s original intention was to continue the saga as a series of TV movies, gradually unfolding a pre-planned story arc that would build to a satisfying climax. But the network only greenlit a single three-part sequel series that would wrap everything up nice and neat. As if that wasn’t frustrating enough, the network refused to allot the budget necessary for everything Johnson wanted to do, so now instead of flying around in starfighters, the aliens had to resort to driving cars. The network made it clear they didn’t want Johnson on the project because he wasn’t going to do it “as fast and cheap and dirty” as they wanted. So Johnson departed, leaving his show in the hands of bean-counters who clearly didn’t understand what they had on their hands. The sequel looks a bit cheaper than its predecessor, but the writing is still strong and continues to explore the horrors of fascism effectively, if somewhat less dramatically and with more of an emphasis on action. Everything is fine right up until the final moments, when some moron decided to ditch the originally scripted ending in favor of a silly deus-ex-machina that is widely criticized to this day. Despite the reduced budget and silly ending, V: The Final Battle is actually pretty good.
The follow-up mini-series was not quite as successful as the original, but the ratings were still strong enough that the network decided to move forward with a weekly series, and it was at this point that the cracks really started to show. The Final Battle had been executed based on Johnson’s original treatment, but now they were flying blind. The conventional wisdom is that the original V is excellent, V: The Final Battle is really good, and V: The Series is terrible. I agree with the first two statements, but I would like to challenge the third. It’s true that there is a noticeable drop in quality heading into the series. Faced with the unenviable task of relaunching a series that had decisively concluded and doing so on the tight budget and schedule of a weekly production, it’s not surprising that V: The Series fell far short of expectations. Interference from the network and a mandate to reduce a decidedly adult-themed show to something more “family friendly” didn’t help things either. The degree to which the executives just didn’t get it is best revealed by a memo which concluded with the words, “We don’t really care about the details, we just want to see aliens on motorcycles.”

Instead of a deathly serious drama about fascism, the weekly series becomes a more action-driven show featuring alien martial arts masters and monster clones. In the mini-series, the alien leader Diana is a terrifying blend of Erwin Rommel and Josef Mengele. By the time the weekly series arrives on the scene, she’s got a twinkle in her eye and leans into camp, berating her subordinates with lines like, “You incompetent fool!” The nightmarish scenes of shock troopers marching down streets and blasting innocent people give way to easily-dispatched cartoon bad guys. Ethnic characters are conspicuously written out in favor of new white characters. And worst of all, the show falls into a predictable formula of the Resistance thwarting Diana’s evil plot of the week for episode after episode. These are serious problems that are not to be overlooked, and it’s a genuine shame that the series never lived up to its potential. However, it has become common to dismiss all but the original two-parter as trash, and that is unfair. In their zeal to rip the show apart, the critics may have missed a few things. There are problems, yes, but even late in the series, after it had admittedly and thoroughly jumped the shark, it still had some good qualities. By no means am I arguing that the criticisms of the show are not well-deserved. I am merely saying that the series is not without merit. Plenty of people have already written extensively about the show’s shortcomings, so I want to focus for now on the things it did right, and that’s actually quite a bit.

For starters, the series plugs up a plot hole in Final Battle. Without proper facilities, how was the Resistance able to grow all that Red Dust bacteria that they used to defeat the Visitors? The series answers that question by introducing a new character: Nathan Bates (Lane Smith), who is unquestionably one of the best things about the series. Bates runs Science Frontiers, a company devoted to scientific and technological research. He’s a smug, self-important businessman who ruthlessly seeks to increase his own stature. It would have been easy for the writers to craft him as a one-dimensional mustache-twirling villain, but he’s surprisingly complex. The first thing we learn about him is that he took on the enormous risk of growing the Red Dust bacteria for the Resistance during the initial Visitor occupation. When the Visitors return, this time dropping all pretense of being our friends, Bates strikes a bargain with Diana. He’ll agree not to release any more Red Dust provided they leave Los Angeles as an open city, where neither Visitors nor Humans may bear arms and setting himself up as absolute ruler of the city. Bates claims he’s only stalling for time so they can develop a new, more permanent solution to the Visitor invasion, which may be true, but he also deploys his own private security force to maintain order in the city. He lords over Los Angeles, but he does preserve a sense of normalcy where people can go about their business without fear of the Visitors, all while the world is being torn apart beyond the city limits. Scenes between Bates and Diana are filled with tension, and as the Resistance persists as a threat to the tenuous peace he’s established, the pressure he’s obviously under grows and grows. If he has one definite redeeming quality, it’s in his devotion to his son Kyle (Jeff Yagher), who joins the Resistance to the continual frustration of the elder Bates. The father-son dynamic of these two characters is one of the most well-written elements of the show, with Kyle initially hating his father, and later coming to understand him better. Eventually, Nathan realizes he’s made the wrong choice in aligning himself with the Visitors when they conspire to eliminate him. He reaches out to Kyle for help, and it would have been interesting to see where this might have led. Sadly, the writers decided they were having trouble finding stories to tell within the open-city format, and they chose to kill Nathan off. They clearly didn’t realize what a great format they had on their hands. Despite its flaws, Bates and the open city premise was a dynamic setup with a lot more possibilities than the creative staff seemed to realize. Without them, it all fell apart.

Another great aspect of the Nathan Bates chapter of V is the character arc of Julie Parish (Faye Grant). In the mini-series, Julie was one of the founding members of the Los Angeles resistance and quickly became their leader. What made her interesting was her youth and determination contrasted against her self-doubt. In the series, it seems as if they didn’t quite know what to do with her, and she does seem to be somewhat diminished from her former leadership role, which is a problem. However, they did manage to find an interesting niche for her to fill during this portion of the show. She begins working for Nathan Bates before the Visitors return and remains in that role when the invasion resumes. She pretends to shun her Resistance friends, instead presenting the appearance of throwing in with Bates to work on a new biological weapon to defeat the Visitors. Bates seems to be on the level in his desire to overthrow the invaders, and he initially respects Julie for her brilliance – and he is also attracted to her. There’s a wonderful amount of tension as Julie navigates the situation, dodging Bates’s advances while simultaneously spying on him for the Resistance. Slowly, Bates begins to suspect her. The tension mounts episode-by-episode and Julie struggles to maintain her cover. It couldn’t possibly go on forever, and the writers wisely refrain from stretching it out too long. When it’s time for the arc to end, it ends. That’s unfortunate but necessary, and it’s great while it lasts.
A criticism commonly leveled against V: The Series is that they completely dropped the Nazi allegory in favor of simplistic action and soap opera melodrama. It’s true that the emphasis did shift, and due to mandates from the network, they were not able to explore the serious subject matter with the same hard-hitting approach as the mini-series. However, anyone who claims there is no longer a Nazi allegory simply isn’t paying attention. The open city format is stated on-screen to be reminiscent of Lisbon during World War II, and the new Resistance headquarters, a restaurant called the Club Creole, is a deliberate callback to the anti-Nazi film Casablanca. The whole thing recalls Vichy France, with the uncomfortable “truce” increasingly favoring the Visitors as Bates imposes curfews and sets up checkpoints which make it difficult to move about freely. In one episode, Bates detains his own son and instructs a henchman to beat him until he falls in line. And possibly the most chilling moment in the series is when Bates declares that possession of a firearm will be punishable by death.
Bates is not the only source of fascist oppression, of course. Diana may have lost her teeth in the series, but a mid-season story arc sees the arrival of Charles, played to perfection by Duncan Regehr. It is during this four-episode stretch that V: The Series comes closest to recapturing the gravity of the mini-series. Charles is all business. He has no time for mustache-twirling, instead getting right to work doubling down on fascist domination. Under his watch, the Visitors return to their tactics of claiming friendship and using the media to manipulate the populace. Meanwhile they take hostages and threaten them with execution to extort the Resistance into surrender, brainwash a main character in a protracted torture sequence, and outright murder another. V is not messing around during this portion of the series, and it’s a shame they couldn’t have sustained this level of quality throughout the show’s run. If they had, without question they would have gotten a second season.

It’s true that the series never fully recaptured the drama of the mini-series. Powerful moments such as a holocaust survivor recalling the moment his wife was killed, or parents worrying that their own son will inform on them were played with perfect delivery in the debut episode, and this does not quite carry over into the series. This is partly the result of network interference, partly the result of time constraints, and partly due to the selection of less accomplished actors in guest starring roles. That said, the moments are still there, even if they’re less skillfully rendered. Many episodes feature characters who have lost family members to the Visitors. We hear stories of people disappearing or being outright murdered. And in the episode “War of Illusions,” we actually see the Visitors rounding up a whole neighborhood, presumably to be shipped away and used as food. Even one of the silliest episodes, “Secret Underground,” features Diana referring to the “final solution to the human question.” No matter what a given episode is about, the Nazi allegory is still there because it’s baked into the DNA of the show. Even when the plot focuses mainly on action and thrills, at its core it’s still about resistance against a fascist regime. The bad guys are still jack-booted thugs with pseudo-swastikas on their uniforms. The heroes are still ordinary people standing up for what’s right in the face of impossible odds.

One of the biggest early mistakes the writers made was to kill off Martin (Frank Ashmore), a member of the Visitor Fifth Column, secretly working to aid the Resistance. With the mid-season departure of fan-favorite Ham Tyler (Michael Ironside), the writers knew they had to do something to lure people back in, so they brought back Frank Ashmore to play Martin’s twin brother, Philip. Now, the twin brother thing is admittedly silly. But if you can get past that, Philip is actually a much more fun character than Martin. Philip is a higher-ranking officer than his brother had been, and as such he actually gets to boss Diana around. Eventually she grows suspicious of him, but she can’t just unilaterally get rid of him because of his high status. It makes for a really fun dynamic. Further, the episode where Philip and Donovan finally meet, “The Littlest Dragon,” is easily the best of the final batch of episodes. Trapped in a warehouse and surrounded by Visitor troops, the Resistance must protect a renegade Visitor and his pregnant wife as she gives birth. The episode showcases the fact that it is only the leaders of the Visitors and those who buy into that ideology who are evil. There are likely more Visitors who just want to get on with their lives than there are brutal killers.

Robert Englund as the friendly alien, Willy.
Arguably, however, it is in small moments that V: The Series shows its true quality. Such as in “Visitor’s Choice,” when a young man who is afraid to stand up to the Visitors argues that he and his brother are not soldiers. “Neither were we,” counters Donovan. Or in “Breakout,” when a woman hands Donovan and Tyler over to the Visitors because she fears for her family’s safety. Even episodes that feature silly elements still manage to include serious content. “The Sanction” may have a Visitor martial arts guru who chases Donovan with a whip-arm, but it also showcases youth indoctrination. Donovan spends the episode trying to deprogram his son, Sean (Nick Katt), and it even ends on a dark note, with the boy ultimately choosing to side with the Visitors. Visitor draftee-turned-resistance-fighter Willie (Robert Englund), known mainly for his humorous malapropisms, gets some of the best moments. In an early episode, he warns the Star Child, Elizabeth (Jennifer Cooke) that she must be careful because human love can be very painful, recalling his loss of the love of his life in an earlier episode. After Willie’s best friend, Elias (Michael Wright), is killed, Willy briefly goes almost catatonic before Tyler pulls a Patton and yanks him to his feet, reminding him of the war they still have to fight. Willie slowly comes out of his state of shock, finally saying, “How can I be of insistence.” Usually, other characters correct his mistakes, but not this time. It’s not played for laughs, but simply a part of his character, and the moment is both touching and stirring.

For as much as it is important to point out that even at its worst, V: The Series still has something to say about freedom and oppression, it’s also worth noting that there’s nothing wrong with just enjoying some good old-fashioned entertainment. Not everything has to be Schindler’s List. The original Star Wars is primarily popcorn entertainment, while still delivering an undercurrent of anti-fascism. More recent entries in the Star Wars canon, such as Rogue One and Andor have embraced a more serious examination of the horrors of fascism. If a beloved saga like Star Wars can vary so radically in tone, why not V? There’s much to love about V: The Series from a pure entertainment perspective. For the first thirteen episodes, Michael Ironside continues to delight as Ham Tyler. Jane Badler’s Diana, though not nearly as scary as she was in the mini-series, is always fun, and her constant sniping with Lydia (June Chadwick) never fails to entertain. Indeed, their famous duel to the death is the stuff of high camp, with ridiculous costumes and hair, atrocious dialogue, and over-the-top acting. On paper, that sounds pretty bad, but it’s one of the more memorable moments in the series and an absolute blast to watch. If you don’t enjoy it, you’re taking yourself too seriously.

An oft-cited criticism of the series is its over-reliance on stock footage. To an extent, this is a fair complaint. Towards the end, when they begin recycling whole action sequences from previous episodes, that’s definitely going too far. But complaints about the repeated use of stock shots from the mini-series of Visitor fighters flying about lacks merit. That’s simply how television was done in those days. You can see it in Airwolf, Buck Rogers, Battlestar Galactica, and many others. Even the highly-regarded Star Trek makes extensive use of stock footage. Every time we see the Enterprise, it’s one of the same five or six shots recycled over and over. That’s just part of the game. A similar complaint that most of the action takes place on studio backlots is similarly unfair. Again, that’s just how TV was done at the time, and you can see the same techniques in everything from Star Trek to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I will agree that V: The Series leans too heavily into car chases, but they are at least usually well-staged, and are generally not the focal point of any given episode. There’s always more going on than just that.
Bottom line, V: The Series is not perfect. There is much to complain about if you like spending your time complaining. It won’t be for all tastes. That said, it is not fair to completely dismiss it simply because it wasn’t as good as its predecessor. There seems to be a sort of black-and-white thinking where if a sequel isn’t just as good as the original, it sucks. That attitude lacks nuance. V: The Series may not hit the same high notes as the original mini-series, but conversely, it is a million times better than another alien invasion sequel series that came along a few years later. You can check out my own reviews of War of the Worlds for an in-depth look at that pile of hot garbage (and even that show was not completely devoid of entertainment value). There’s a reason we grade things on a scale. If the original V maxes out the scale with a five-star rating and V: The Final Battle drops things down to four-and-a-half, then V: The Series still makes it to the finish line with a passing grade. I’d say it deserves at least a solid three stars. It may not be the best show in history, but it’s also far from the worst and is much better than people generally give it credit for. Yes, there’s a certain degree of camp, and some people simply won’t be able to tolerate it. But if you can look past that, you may discover there’s more going on than you realized.










































