This episode is about Pirates as much as it’s about the Elements. But arrrrr, it’s good.
Sliders uses moral soapbox pontification. It is super effective! (not)
The human consciousness is connected to the multiverse. The multiverse is connected to the head bone. The head bone is connected to the dumb bone.
The epilogue to the book you stopped reading and threw across the room, shoved down your throat.
They make a joke about Easy Rider in the first five minutes. Before anyone knows that this world is completely based on Motorcycles. ALSO IT IS SO FUN WHO CARES!!!!
Oh, how I’ve missed you, for the first time.
I’ve got a killer caffeine headache and all this dancing is definitely NOT helping.
“I did not have gastronomical relations with that hot dog, a chili cheese.” I made that joke when I was 7. Still pretty funny, right?
Oh, that’s a relief. Sort of. Kind of.
Rembrandt Brown is an awful human being, and I hate him. Didn’t see that one coming, didn’t you?
WE HAVE TO GO BACK, MAGGIE. WE HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE ISLAND.
That pesky ol’ cynicism rears its familiar head and wreaks havoc, and something happens to Diana I think but I don’t remember what it was.
The show is once again at war with itself. But instead of the ridiculous mess you’d expect, we get a contender for “best episode since Season Two.”
In which Sliders hits its head on the console and regenerates.
Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away.
On this week’s thrilling episode of Sliders, Quinn and Maggie bump their heads and dream of the most dully heteronormative relationship imaginable; later commit genocide.
This is supposed to be the second-worst episode of the series. I don’t know what I just saw, but it wasn’t that. I don’t know what it was, was it real? Did I imagine it? I feel terrible now, but I know one thing— this isn’t the second-worst episode of the series.
Another frightful case of me missing the days when “overthrowing the government” was part and parcel of the Sliders Experience.
The one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest knows what’s up.
I had a friend who lost his virginity to “Hotel California,” which really is a lot like this episode. But he probably had a better time then than I did watching this.
I’m back. And, oddly enough, so is Sliders.
There is no right or wrong— there is only fun or boring. HACK THE PLANET.
Somewhere, there is another world where Sliders is not a tonedeaf “boy’s club.” This, however, is not that world.
Again, casual sexism.