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Crashed out on a pile of purple cushions in her trailer, the Woman of the Future does not look as though she could clean your clock. Yet as Max, the bioengineered heroine of Dark Angel, the dystopian sci-fi drama from Titanic's James Cameron, Jessica Alba sports skintight bodysuits and leather as, swaggering lean and feline (literally: Max has cat DNA), she dives through windows and KO's tough guys twice her size. Now, barefoot and swaddled in a massive black turtleneck and baggy jeans, it's as if she has been shrunk within her clothes...
...save for the occasional Uhura (Star Trek) or Lando Calrissian (Star Wars), sci-fi has tended to look as white as space is black. Dark Angel is an exception. Cameron and his co-creator, Charles Eglee, have created a year 2020 that is intriguing (economic depression, lawlessness and authoritarianism set in after terrorists sabotage America's computers). "We said, 'Let's take our optimistic runaway prosperity and just drop-kick it,'" says Cameron. But just as captivating is the show's mix of black, brown, white and yellow faces. It was a conscious decision, says Eglee, to reflect the diversity...
...Dark Angel (Fox, Tuesdays starting Oct. 3, 9 p.m. E.T.) is also, as co-star Michael Weatherly puts it, a "gene-splicing experiment" of the styles of its two producers. Eglee, a veteran of Moonlighting and Murder One, originally thought of the show as "an urban youth ensemble." Cameron came up with the terrorist "infocalypse" and the central character--a bike-messenger-cum-thief, on the run from the military program that created her, who partners with an underground journalist named Logan (Weatherly) to search for her roots...
Decades ago, when Harris was a cowgirl angel with eight consecutive platinum albums, that voice was as pure as a crystal vase in a backwoods antique store. Now the vase has a few cracks in it, which both prove its age and add to its value. Her voice's tensile strength, born of suffering and surviving, makes her not just an interpreter of pain but a witness to it, as in Bang the Drum Slowly, about her late father, or the title tune, about a childhood friend with a run of bad luck ("One thing they don't tell...
...send anybody these checks," I said to my wife. "Kittens! Angels!" Yes, my check No. 5222 had an angel on it. I know I'm on record as saying that the only exception I make to an absolutist belief in the free-speech guarantees of the First Amendment is that people who show slides of their trip to Europe should be put in jail for a very long time. But I've been sorely tempted lately to make another exception for people who correspond on notepaper that has angels...