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Movie Review: Babylon 5: The Legend of the Rangers (2002)

Movie #8 of 2025:

Babylon 5: The Legend of the Rangers (2002)

This TV movie aired four years after the end of Babylon 5, but I’ve chosen to watch it where it apparently falls in the continuity, sometime between the earlier film The River of Souls and the regular series finale. In truth, it could be watched almost anywhere, however, as it’s pretty tenuously connected to the original show. G’kar is here, but he’s literally the only returning character, and while Andreas Katsulas is fun and familiar in that role, it’s not meaningfully informed by what we’ve seen of his arc or where it ended before.

Granted, there are still Minbari and some other species we know, alongside references to the Alliance and their old enemies the Shadows, and of course the Rangers themselves were a long-running component of the television program. But this doesn’t feel much like Babylon 5, which at its heart was always about the community on that titular station and how it transformed through various emerging political crises. This is more of a standard sci-fi action piece — which isn’t inherently a bad thing, as Star Trek has repeatedly proven how a franchise can successfully launch spinoffs that differ dramatically from their roots. But the key is that the new story and characters must be interesting in their own right, and that’s where this one fails completely.

Who are these heroes? Well, the main one is Pacey’s square-jawed brother from Dawson’s Creek, and they all have a scene where they introduce themselves and their specialties on the ship he’s captaining, but they’re a fairly generic bunch overall. The plot finds them targeted by a shadowy enemy, which they defeat by first shooting at it in a really determined way and then blowing it up.

If this title had gotten higher ratings, it was intended to lead into a full sequel series, which presumably would have developed the cast and the premise a bit further. But most pilots do a better job than this at setting up their little world! This one coasts on the genre and the concepts it’s inherited, and while I don’t know if I can honestly say it’s worse than the goofy overacting in River of Souls, it’s certainly a lot less entertaining.

★★☆☆☆

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Movie Review: Babylon 5: The River of Souls (1998)

Movie #7 of 2025:

Babylon 5: The River of Souls (1998)

I’ve been watching my way through the last season of Babylon 5, and the viewing guide that I’m following situates this film (and the later one The Legend of the Rangers) just before the finale. Plotwise, that checks out, as the events here do seem to take place sometime after the penultimate episode. Of course, as a result of the departures there, we’re left with a depleted cast of characters from the main ensemble: only Captain Lochley and Zach Allen still onboard the station, joined by Michael Garibaldi returning for story reasons (with a fun lampshade-hanging observation that things sure are quiet now without him, right before he arrives and the chaos kicks off).

Although the setting is familiar, it feels a bit empty compared to the usual show, which is theoretically a gap that the guest stars could fill. And on paper, they’re excellent! We’ve got Martin Sheen and Ian McShane here, before their respective lead roles on The West Wing and Deadwood but obviously both already quite talented actors. In practice, however, they’re wasted on the material, with the former delivering platitudes from under a mountain of alien prosthetics and the latter reduced to maniacal gibbering for the most part. At least Tracy Scoggins is given more to do as Lochley than she typically was on the TV series, though you can practically feel her at times wanting to utter a George Lazenby-esque “This never happened to the other fellow.”

With that being said, while I initially rolled my eyes at the subplot of her trying to oust a “holo-brothel” that’s set up shop on Babylon 5, it develops into a sharp critique of technological abuses that seems eerily prescient in the face of AI deepfakes a quarter-century later. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine had a similar device that let users hook up with holographic recreations of real people without their knowledge or consent, but that always felt like a sleazy punchline to me, whereas this one is more aptly framed as a clear violation of its victims’ privacy and dignity.

Unfortunately, the primary plot angle is considerably more abstract. Remember those “soul hunters” from way back in the second episode of season one, who harvest the life essence of notable individuals (whatever that means) at the moment of death? They’re back! They apparently did their trick to an entire species at one point to save them from an impending genocide, but it turns out that those other beings were actually, whoops, on the cusp of ascending to a higher lifeform. I hate it when that happens. Luckily they really are preserved in a crystal ball thing that Sheen’s race has been hoarding, until McShane steals it and figures out how to open up a conduit.

None of this is great writing, and even at the story’s best, the intrusions from another dimension wreaking havoc on ours play out as a basic repeat of the earlier B5 movie Thirdspace. There’s maybe a common thematic thread with the brothel stuff on the importance of personal agency — of asking for somebody’s permission before either copying their likeness as your digital plaything or using your sci-fi witchcraft to decide they’re better off frozen in stasis rather than facing their apparent doom — but it’s a pretty weak effort overall.

Oh — and some hokey lawyer jokes, too. I guess the future’s not so different after all.

★★☆☆☆

Book Review: Death at the White Hart by Chris Chibnall

Book #99 of 2025:

Death at the White Hart by Chris Chibnall

This 2025 title is the debut novel of author Chris Chibnall, better known as the former showrunner behind Doctor Who and — more relevant here — Broadchurch. Like the latter show, it’s a murder mystery set in a coastal English village and investigated by the local police, one of whom is a bigshot new arrival who clashes with some of the colorful personalities around town. From there the two stories diverge, with the scenario veering more towards the macabre nature of something like True Detective: the corpse of a pub-owner found naked and bound to a chair in the middle of a quiet country road, with two deer antlers affixed to his head. Similar ritualistic killings were reported in the area a century ago — so is it the work of a resurgent cult, a cover for the organized crime ring the victim was apparently involved with, or a more directly personal slaying?

The writer can spin out a tale, although the number of viewpoint characters is perhaps a bit much. (The main protagonist is the primary detective on the case, but no fewer than eight other POVs pop up for at least a chapter or two before the end.) I’m also disappointed by the eventual solution, just as I was with Broadchurch, because once again, Chibnall has neglected to layer in the clues that would allow us to actually solve the matter for ourselves ahead of / alongside the investigators. Instead, the heroine has a stroke of insight about a possible motive, searches for evidence to confirm her suspicions, and then goes to successfully confront the suspect.

(That individual, who otherwise carefully planned out the perfect crime, somehow forgot to wear gloves, you see. It’s a particularly irritating resolution since it suggests that if the coppers had simply done their due diligence and dusted for fingerprints at the start, the whole plot could have been avoided.)

But it’s engaging enough as an atmospheric and character-driven police procedural, I suppose, and it even has series potential despite being marketed as a standalone for now. I’m not sure I’d be in a hurry to come back for any sequels, though.

[Content warning for domestic abuse, alcohol abuse, deadnaming, and gore.]

★★★☆☆

Book Review: A Burning in the Bones by Scott Reintgen

Book #98 of 2025:

A Burning in the Bones by Scott Reintgen (Waxways #3)

This loose fantasy trilogy has offered diminishing returns for me as a reader, and this final volume again fails to reach the propulsive heights of its survival horror debut. Instead we have more of the generic political intrigues from the second novel — but with less interesting of a villain — along with a plague outbreak and some twists that come out of nowhere and thus aren’t especially satisfying.

There’s also a new viewpoint protagonist, although I don’t mind her so much, since she’s a medical wizard investigating the strange new disease. It makes sense to retain our original heroine too, as she’s still navigating the big secret she’s keeping from her love interest and the ramifications of their actions in the previous books. But there’s little benefit to bringing back the secondary lead from the middle story, whose prior motivation is soon rendered meaningless and not really replaced with anything more compelling.

This title does have isolated moments that I’ve enjoyed, like when the heroes confront one antagonist only to realize he’s not the one pulling the strings after all, but it’s too long and too dull throughout to be effective overall. I’m not even sure I’d recommend the first book at this point, now that I know this is how the series ends.

[Content warning for gore.]

This volume: ★★☆☆☆

Overall series: ★★★☆☆

Volumes ranked: 1 > 2 > 3

TV Review: Reservation Dogs, season 2

TV #31 of 2025:

Reservation Dogs, season 2

Still looser in its plotting than I’d ideally prefer, which is especially a gamble with such a short season. Two episodes this year ditch the main cast almost entirely to develop peripheral figures in the ensemble, to somewhat mixed effect. (The rez aunties cutting loose at a weekend conference in 2×5 “Wide Net” offers both a distinctive premise and nice insight into their characters and the wider community dynamic. Big’s psychedelic adventure in 2×8 “This Is Where the Plot Thickens,” on the other hand, feels pretty extraneous to me.) It’s the kind of structural departure you can more easily get away with in a longer run of stories, but here it risks seriously shortchanging the protagonists’ personal arcs.

Luckily there’s enough movement on that front to mostly make up for it. As expected, Elora doesn’t stay gone for good, and her experiences on the road with Jackie bring the two girls together in a fun way that shatters the previous clique boundaries, Freaks and Geeks-style. That frustrates and alienates Bear and Willie Jack, which provides some solid tension for the ensuing plots around them as the friends continue to miss Daniel and dream of leaving the reservation. And of course, the whole show remains committed to showcasing a quintessentially Native American experience, with the specific details that ground that perspective continually proving to be a source of great humor.

With only ten half-hour installments left in the series, I suspect that I’m going to be rather unsatisfied by a lack of closure in the end, much like I couldn’t quite find the necessary foundation to share the group’s apparent catharsis in the closing scene of this finale. But for now at least, the production stays a cut above average overall. I give this sophomore season three-and-a-half stars, rounded up.

★★★★☆

Book Review: Doctor Who: Spectral Scream by Hannah Fergesen

Book #97 of 2025:

Doctor Who: Spectral Scream by Hannah Fergesen

This Doctor Who novel was released a few days before the end of the most recent season of the show, so as expected, it doesn’t take any events from the last few episodes into consideration. Instead it appears to be set sometime between 2×2 Lux and 2×6 The Interstellar Song Contest, when Belinda Chandra is traveling with the Fifteenth Doctor as he sets up vindicator beacons throughout time and space to chart a course back to her parents and nursing job on contemporary earth.

The best parts of the story come early, giving us additional insight into that character’s state of mind at this stage of her journey: anxious to return home, but gradually warming towards the Doctor and thrilling at the dangerous wonders of the universe that he’s been showing her. In my opinion, we didn’t get to see enough of that aspect of her development on-screen, and so this volume helps flesh out her transition from reluctant TARDIS passenger to full-on Time Lord companion. I also like the moment when she sees a woman across the room who looks startlingly like her neighbor Mrs. Flood, but then dismisses the resemblance and never mentions it — a cheeky way to tie in that element of the larger plot arc for the year without introducing any major spoilers or pesky continuity errors over who knew what information when.

Unfortunately, the rest of the tale that follows isn’t nearly as noteworthy. The protagonists trace a psychic call for help to a dying sentient ship, stolen and marooned a century earlier by its builders after they learned their empire was planning to use its technology for conquest. Now the surviving thieves and their descendants are in trouble, and the heroes have to scramble to outwit the imperial agents and bounty hunters who have likewise traced the signal. As I often find myself saying about this kind of media tie-in book, it’s not bad, but it’s not really taking full advantage of the chance to do something spectacular with the franchise, either.

★★★☆☆

Book Review: King of Ashes by S. A. Cosby

Book #96 of 2025:

King of Ashes by S. A. Cosby

Another excellent slice of southern crime fiction from author S. A. Cosby, this time riffing rather obviously off The Godfather: an adult son comes home and gets increasingly involved in the local criminal activity, despite people repeatedly cautioning him that he could do so much more with his college education. It’s not the family business that he’s taking over — that would be his estranged father’s crematorium that gives the novel its name — but he’s got a weak brother who’s in over his head with a few area gangsters, and the protagonist is clever and tough enough to ingratiate himself with them and begin tearing apart their organization from the inside. Meanwhile the shadow of town gossip hangs over the plot, as everyone assumes that the man’s mother, who disappeared when he was a teenager, was murdered by her husband and conveniently burned up in the very incinerator he’s now using to hide bodies for the gang.

I’ve really enjoyed this story, especially for the majority-Black characters and the rural Virginia setting (which includes a few cameo connections to some of the writer’s previous work, as a treat for returning readers). There’s a Shakespearean sort of arc here, and fewer of the gimmicky twists or heavy themes that sometimes mar this genre for me. I would call it a must-read for fans, and not a bad Cosby title to start with, either.

[Content warning for gun violence and gore.]

★★★★☆

Book Review: Abundance by Ezra Klein and Derek Thompson

Book #95 of 2025:

Abundance by Ezra Klein and Derek Thompson

An intentionally-provocative political treatise that attempts to diagnose from the center-left why modern America seems to underperform in arenas from housing to manufacturing to scientific innovation. I would say it’s written primarily for Democratic-leaning readers who are open to intra-party criticism, as authors Ezra Klein and Derek Thompson are frank in their analysis that liberal movements and politicians of recent decades have — with all the best of intentions — introduced bottlenecks that are now curtailing significant progress to their own professed goals. Oftentimes, these take the form of regulations that may have outlived their usefulness, or perhaps were not considered in their aggregate effect alongside other measures. Requiring builders to file onerous amounts of paperwork before breaking ground or scientists to spend more time on grant applications than actual research ends up stifling growth, thereby alienating prospective voters and opening the door to bad-faith attacks from conservatives who allege that government as a whole is inefficient and can be adequately replaced by free-market solutions.

The cowriters believe in big government, and they extol a few cases where public works were completed rapidly on a scale that industry alone could not have achieved, like the development of successful COVID-19 vaccines or an emergency road repair in Pennsylvania following a disaster. What sets those efforts apart from most projects, they suggest, is that the normal restrictive procedures were set aside, allowing participants to more efficiently pursue their missions according to their own expertise without having to align at every step with the conventional roadmap and all its careful checkboxes.

The name of the game is abundance, because the recommendation here is that Democrats should act in such a way as to boost the supply of the things we claim to care about. Are regions like California facing a housing crisis? Get on board with the YIMBY (“yes in my backyard”) agenda and loosen local zoning requirements that make it so hard to build there. Want scientific breakthroughs like a cure for cancer? Incentivize underexplored research domains, rather than prioritizing studies that are deemed more likely to succeed but would only yield a trivial improvement over the status quo. And so on.

My problem with this is twofold. First, it’s not always clear that the separate topics the authors raise naturally belong together under a common banner that a deregulatory platform would address. (They note at one point that our homegrown technical innovations aren’t widely adopted by domestic businesses, for instance, but the legal mechanisms to encourage that behavior seem very different from those that would cut red tape elsewhere.) Although Klein and Thompson complain that politics is dominated by lawyers who default to a legalistic mindset of perfecting process over measuring results, they appear equally guilty of asserting without much evidence that their one-size-fits-all approach would save the day.

The second issue is that the book plays coy about just what regulations should be repealed under this new paradigm. It’s easy to say en masse that today’s laws are a vestigial solution to yesterday’s troubles or that the party is too beholden to special interest groups, but what specifically needs to go? What safeguards against cronyism or environmental destruction or union-busting or bias in hiring aren’t relevant anymore, and how do we ensure that those impacts remain blunted if we get rid of the legacy infrastructure doing the blunting? Is sheer abundance worth it at the cost of accepting for example that fewer women will be hired or construction projects might be more harmful to the environment going forward?

So I’m not necessarily convinced by the argument here, despite considering myself in the YIMBY camp overall. But it’s an interesting and quick read that seems to be succeeding in its aim to start a conversation, at least if my Twitter feed is any indication.

★★★☆☆

Book Review: Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Book #94 of 2025:

Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid

As fully expected, she’s done it again: author Taylor Jenkins Reid has once more delivered a triumphantly emotional novel about fictional historical celebrities, this time turning her attention to the second class of female American astronauts in the early 1980s. (Trailblazer Sally Ride is at least name-checked here, but it does seem a little weird that the invented characters are taking the place of real women like Judith Resnik, which wasn’t so much of an issue for the entertainment industries that this loose series* previously covered. Or is that how tennis fans felt towards Carrie Soto Is Back?)

Our heroine is serving as ground control CAPCOM in the opening chapter, although we learn that she’s already been up to space herself at this point. Suddenly a disaster breaks out aboard the distant shuttle, but before we can see how that resolves, the narrative rewinds a few years to recount the backstory, which winds up constituting the majority of the plot. As the unofficial subtitle on the cover suggests, it’s also a love story — and specifically a queer one, of the protagonist feeling drawn to one of her fellow cadets, having a minor gay awakening crisis, and ultimately consummating those feelings. As she did in The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, the writer excels at capturing the tenor of same-sex attraction in a bygone era, when there were often no easy resources or communities at hand and the public revelation of a ‘deviant lifestyle’ could easily end a career.

In the present of 1984, which we cut back to sporadically, the object of Joan’s affections is one of the survivors still in danger on the damaged spacecraft. Structurally, this is a bit of an odd choice: we start out ignorant of what Vanessa means to her, and then remain unsure whether the two are current partners, or exes, or what until the timelines finally connect at the very end. But there’s no big twist reveal that’s kept hidden from readers, which makes that tension sit strangely for me. (This is maybe just a personal preference, but in general, I like knowing whatever a viewpoint character knows. And since the women are obviously aware of the nature of their own relationship, it reads as artificial for that not to be reflected in their thoughts.)

But the interpersonal drama leading up to the launch is great, from the romance to the struggles against sexism a la Mary Robinette Kowal’s The Calculating Stars to the various family entanglements. I especially love the protagonist’s closeness with her niece and more complicated bond with the girl’s resentful mother, her sister, which isn’t a kind of dynamic I see modeled in fiction very often. And one supporting figure who is plainly on the neurodivergent spectrum captured my heart completely, even though — realistically! — no one of the time has anywhere close to the right language to describe her.

I probably would have liked this title better without the riff on the Apollo 13 and Challenger tragedies, which honestly strikes me as somewhat distasteful, beyond the life-or-death stakes simply not being a clear fit for Reid’s usual talents. I got way more out of the cast interactions back on earth, and I really wanted to discover where their journey would go after the doom-struck mission ended. But that’s enough to award it three-and-a-half stars rounded up, I suppose.

*I didn’t spot any overt connections to Reid’s previous books, but given the common themes, I’m assuming until I hear otherwise that this one is meant to be set in the same continuity.

★★★★☆

Book Review: Who Is Government?: The Untold Story of Public Service edited by Michael Lewis

Book #93 of 2025:

Who Is Government?: The Untold Story of Public Service edited by Michael Lewis

This 2025 title — a collection of previously-published Washington Post articles — is an attempt to put a face to the American federal government and the ranks of civil servants who work on complicated problems for immeasurable benefit that most people never even know about. Like the professions of its subject matter, it’s a book that ought to be strictly nonpartisan and yet winds up feeling decidedly political due to the uninformed opposition of the right-wing pundit class and their champion, President Donald Trump. The implicit thesis seems to be that maybe those folks would realize the error of their ways if they could only see the accomplishments of our civilian workforce, though that ignores the challenge inherent in arguing with someone who isn’t interested in carefully reviewing evidence that might contradict their gut beliefs.

So this project is sort of fatally flawed from the start, but it’s also a lot shorter than I would like. It takes the form of eight deep-dive case studies from various reporters, with little effort to capture the scope of the service at large. The best chapters are the first and last, penned by editor Michael Lewis himself, respectively telling us about a coal mine safety researcher and an FDA bureaucrat working to collect and disseminate cases of rare infectious diseases not profitable enough for industry clinical trials, so that successful treatments aren’t lost in the obscurity of random doctor notes. The pieces from his fellow writers are generally interesting too, but they collectively cover a tiny fraction of what our tax dollars pay for, and there’s obviously a great deal of selection bias in which individuals have been deemed worthy to write about. (I’m a federal contractor myself, a role that’s practically invisible within these pages.) The end result is a text I’ve found educational yet unsatisfying all the same, especially as a theoretical counterargument to any DOGE-like plans to radically downsize the bureaucratic payroll.

★★★☆☆