Conflicting reports on the possible rebooting, or booted-out redoing, or something, of one of my childhood favourites, Blake’s 7.

The story on the BBC is that its original Terry Nation series is to be revived by SyFy channel, according to a press release that seems more a call-for-funding announcement from FremantleMedia. Meanwhile, on a website that looks like it’s maintained with the same sporadic effort as The Mortal Bath, SyFy’s blog is a bit reticent on the matter, with the most recent entry about Blake’s 7 being an also entirely speculative piece from, I think, 2010, wisting at Sky and suggesting that maybe the Beeb might like to pony up for the series.

Moving on from that thicket of clickable links… Given the quality of the Nu-Battlestar Galactica and J.J. Abram’s Star Trekking, the potential for a redoing of Blake’s 7 is quite exciting. Of course, among my concerns, quibbles, cavils, as a fan: it might get done and be completely rubbish… or indeed it might never get done.

In the case of the latter, it could be argued, what would we have lost? It was a good (retro-futuristic period) piece, best leave it untainted. Yet you wouldn’t not touch great ideas like the Fox and the Crow… an effective reinterpretation would be able to say something pertinent about all sorts of things.

With regard to a BBC remake, if, say, ‘They’ did decide to reinvest in their own back catalogue – in a ‘doing it for Terry’ Blakeish heroic rescuing of creative control from the Federation Mutoids, I mean, puppets of the former Nazi propagandist empire Bertelsmann, I mean Fremantle – would it be Sherlock levels of good, or would it be as scrotum-tweakingly overdone as the Doctor Who franchise has become?

Oh, come on, though – I love Matt Smith orders of magnitude more than David Tennant, but I can’t watch it any more. Over-scored, climactic moments every ten minutes. It’s sad. Is it in case an itchy finger hits the remote, or buffering, or whatever concerns are preoccupying the producers and getting in the way of LETTING A GOOD STORY TELL ITSELF? Nostalgia be damned: if the old ways of taking four episodes to recount a single narrative thread are an indulgence, a throwback to the days when the Byzantine, nay, Gilliam-Orwellian hierarchies and production processes of the now lamented BBC TV Centre ruled the airwaves, then indulge us, throw us back. My concentration span will tolerate it, and balls to anyone whose attention span cannot.

Sorry, getting lost in space(balls) there. Regarding Blake’s 7… well, we shall see, or perhaps we won’t. Perhaps we shall be rewarded as I was every time I heard this:

Eh? EH? Awesome. Here’s hoping!