Charming, sweet, sad, a well-told story by the most inventive of modern storytellers I'll try not to gush, it's very unattractive. Nothing with this much care and attention lavished on it could be written off as bad TV; characters this well thought-out and so fascinating a (sci-fi) premise – it's too good to just say "nah, didn't like it". I was recommended to watch this – long after it had already been abruptly cancelled on US TV by the ever-short-sighted Ratings Police – by a trusted recommender of shows like Deadwood, The Wire, Dexter etc. – all good stuff.
The fact that creator Joss Whedon was the genius behind Buffy and Angel appears to bother some (oddly enough, they seem never to have actually seen either of these!). But "Firefly" has little in common with Buffy or Angel except its easy, often humorous dialogue and the occasional snappy one-liner. The real similarity lies in Whedon's wonderful ability to build atypical, non-nuclear 'families' from random assortments of people. Some are good, some bad, some flawed, but no one is simple, and all of them, for one reason or another, are outcast. It's the strength and warmth of the oddball family unit that's compelling – and this is exactly the strength of "Firefly".
I can't stress strongly enough that the superficial 'sci-fi' label shouldn't put you off. It's sci-fi only in principle: you'll be pleased to know that in this intelligent writer's vision there are no aliens, thank goodness. Instead it's a cleverly worked-out guestimate of what our future might conceivably contain if certain events took place in a certain way. The 'world' of "Firefly" is a series of post-apocolyptic, post-war, post-reconstruction planets that contains the full spectrum of humanity. The 'Alliance' – well-meaning but inevitably militaristic and interfering – controls the "Central Planets", which are like the best mall you ever went to: glossy, costly, exclusive, clean, completely controlled. Equal influences from the two major players in this future world – the USA and China – contribute towards the predominant style and speech. Outwards from there the other planets – terra-formed for human use – get steadily rougher, tougher, poorer and wilder, and the desperados, thieves and pioneers who inhabit them, take on a sort of "Wild West" mentality – they speak differently, they wear miscellaneous clothes, they shoot each other frequently with actual guns and suffer random diseases for which they can't afford medicine.
Beyond the planets themselves is "the black" - in which people who don't really belong anywhere can find a home, if they can take the itinerant uncertainty, the occasional stray bullet and a darker, more sinister threat that exists even further out than this. Mal Reynolds fought hard on the wrong side of the war that led to the Alliance victory. Now he's captain of a heap of junk (a 'Firefly-class' spaceship ironically named "Serenity" - a grim joke) that scours their world for any job – legal or otherwise – that pays; scraping a living out of the outcast world, himself utterly outcast, bitter, sad, adrift; but very much the noble cowboy, the knight errant, the ronin, stubborn and strong. Travelling the expanse with him are Zoe and Wash, his first lieutenant and pilot; Jayne, muscle for hire, sweet Kaylee, the natural-born engineer; and lovely Inara, "The Ambassador". When he takes on a motley assortment of passengers, one, Shepherd Book (a priest) finds out a great deal about Inara's relationship with Mal from his hasty "oh! She's not really an Ambassador, Shepherd: she's a whore". In fact she's a Registered Companion (a high-class courtesan modelled on the Geisha of old) and her potent beauty, gentle voice and enduring battle of wills with Mal forms a crucial part of the show's appeal. In fact the entire show is carried aloft by the endearing and well-drawn inter-relationships between the characters, the way their dialogue really does sound like something they'd say; the way there's a lingering sadness over their world, humanised with great charm. There's a series-wide story arc involving a young, posh doctor and his very unstable stowaway, which you just need to enjoy by yourself I think. Interspersed through this are stories about their escapades and numerous narrow escapes from the cold hands of the Alliance.
I love, love, love this all-too-brief show. Perhaps I like it so much because in many ways I'm a bit of an outcast, too – perhaps we all are in our glossy, costly, exclusive, clean, completely controlled (Western) world.