
The Long Hangover of the Roaring Eighties
By TOM DEIGNAN
|This article is from the archive of The New York Sun before the launch of its new website in 2022. The Sun has neither altered nor updated such articles but will seek to correct any errors, mis-categorizations or other problems introduced during transfer.

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“Serenity” may not be the first word that comes to mind when you envision several desperate men and women fighting for their lives against a horde of ax-wielding, half-human cannibals, but Josh Whedon has always been a bit of an ironic fellow. His rousing new space opera, “Serenity,” is the best interstellar epic to come along in many moons.

By TOM DEIGNAN
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By SHARON KEHNEMUI
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By MATTHEW RICE
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By CARL ROLLYSON
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By SHARON KEHNEMUI
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By JEFFREY WELLS
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By JOSEPH CURL
|“Serenity” may not be the first word that comes to mind when you envision several desperate men and women fighting for their lives against a horde of ax-wielding, half-human cannibals, but Josh Whedon has always been a bit of an ironic fellow. His rousing new space opera, “Serenity,” is the best interstellar epic to come along in many moons.
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