Somebody’s doing something that defies the laws of God and nature at a scientific research facility in the Arctic. All those shots of the huge, super-snazzy base, surrounded by miles and miles of snow….Ah, ok, must be the X-Files. Although, actually – if something gruesome is happening while some incongruously easy listening plays on the soundtrack, doesn’t that mean it’s Lost? Even if somebody just said “frakked-up” – I mean, it can’t be Battlestar Galactica. Oh, no, hold on – there’s black goo! People are infected with black goo! It’s the X-Files again!
With monkeys instead of aliens?!
Who knows. It would be daft – and incorrect – to pretend that Helix is doing anything new. From the opening seconds of the pilot until its final scene, it’s obvious how much of its look, plot, characters and even soundtrack have been influenced by some of the stupendously successful genre shows and films that came before it. And not just the ones I’ve mentioned, either.
It can’t even claim originality points for painting its heroes, the field officers of the CDC, as the only thing standing between humanity and the apocalypse, since that mantle is accorded to every team of whatever-job-you-likes confronted with a viral/alien/miscellaneous world-ending threat in every sci-fi show/film ever. No disrespect to the actual CDC who do essential and I would think incredibly difficult work in real life, but in fictional drama even the postal service can save humanity so you maybe don’t need the 2 Masters degrees and PhD that young Dr Sarah has in order to prevent armageddon on tv.
You do need nice hair though, which Dr Sarah has. And a noble, handsome genius of a boss in the shape of Billy Campbell. Who has an ex-wife who slept with his brother who might be patient zero in the viral outbreak that gets the CDC called in in the first place… no, come on, bear with me, I promise, it’s not the Young and the Restless. The thing is, I know how all of this sounds on paper. And that’s without even mentioning the army fellow called Major Sergio Balleseros who I spent the whole show thinking of as NotSeve Ballesteros. Or the bizarre, snowy graveyard of dead but upright REDACTED. Or the stupidity of these so-called geniuses who don’t lock the sodding place down as soon as they get there and keep wandering off alone into deserted corners of the huge, creepy facility about to be the centre of the scariest outbreak of anything they’ve ever seen where the BOGEYMAN CAN GET THEM. Trust me – I know how it all sounds.
But, watching it, none of that really mattered – I was too busy freaking out at one fright after another. This was fast, frantic and frightening sci-fi, handling both the ridiculous and the routine tropes of the genre with panache and commitment, and even sprinkling a few potentially intelligent (if not exactly subtle) points about unregulated scientific research in there to boot. The music was annoying and the dialogue far from Shakespearian, but this first episode took itself a lot less seriously than Fringe ever did and I enjoyed it a lot more as a result, even if my neighbours must’ve wondered what all the screaming was about. Like many genre fans, I’ve seen a lot of sci-fi over the years and become harder to surprise or please as a result, but I really, really liked Helix. I don’t think I’ll be doing weekly reviews but I’ll be watching again.