Ahhhhh...happy holidays to the geeks among us!

I loved Max Headroom! It was so different. I like different! Kinda like that show Prey. Sigh.

Sweeet!!!  I loved Max Headroom - I’ve even got the pilot episode on a store bought tape (the BBC one), a Max Headroom book, and a ton of the old episodes on tape that I can’t bring myself to erase!

Would be nice to see Matt back in the Max Headroom garb, probably a full size version of him too, not just head and shoulders!!

Yay! Big Time Television! Blank Is Beautiful!

Oh, please let it be so!

EG, hard to say. I posted this back in 2002 and I’ve not heard anything further about it since.

I loved Max Headroom

Would be nice to see Matt in the Max Headroom

Max Headroom It was so different

heard anything further about it making a comeback

Is thar a sound bites site ?

Wow - I’m only FOUR years late on this one!  And I consider myself a HUGE Max Headroom fan too.  Better late than never, right?

I’m just going to geek out a little, so if you’re reading this four more years from now, drop me a line to say “Hel-hel-hel-hel-hel… hi there!”

Max Headroom, the character, drew my interest immediately.  First saw him in the Coke commercials.  I actually thought he was computer generated at first - they fooled me until I read an article about it back in ‘86 or so.  Real computer animation or not, Max ROCKED!  I even went as Max for Halloween in 1986.

Max Headroom the one-hour TV series was awesome!  It was so odd, so strange, so different and there was this whole bizarre society built around network television, etc.  Though the American TV series lacked some of the grit that the original British film had, I still loved it and thought it was ingenious.  I couldn’t get enough of the character, or the TV show… and as quickly as it came, it just vanished!  WTF!  And STILL no Max Headroom on DVD - WTF, WTF!  I still have most of the original episodes on the original VHS tapes I recorded them on (as I knew the show wouldn’t last back then - it was WAY too cool to last), but I haven’t dug them out in at least 10 years - not sure how well they look now.

I’ve often wondered about how a Max Headroom revival might work… or might not work.  Max was ahead of his time when he came out (more than just 20 minutes), but could the same concept hold up today?  To us Max Headroom fans, absolutely YES! :-D But what about making new fans?  Would they need to change up things?  If so, how much?  That is what I fear - the changes the come up with would make Max anything but Max-like for me.  I would totally dig if they could venture back in to the strange society that Max Headroom inhabited in his original TV series, but doubt they’d do that.  Looks like it isn’t going anywhere anyway.  I guess we’ll never know.

Max Headroom will always be one of the coolest things to come out of the 80’s.  He left us too quickly though and I miss *new* Max material.  But I’d settle for his release on DVD.

This concludes TheReelTodd’s mini-geek-out about Max Headroom.  Long live Network 23… where I’m sure Edison Carter is STILL putting out award winning reporting… and Max Headroom is still interrupting him with something fun, odd, and off the wall! 

Here’s the UK pilot of Max Headroom.
Max doesn’t appear until quite late in this rather dark movie.
Here, I’m presuming, is one of the earlier US episodes.

Long before there was an Internet, a World Wide Web, e-mail, and cyber culture, this TV series displayed it all in amazingly accurate ways: ...

Except the advent of the mouse apparently, although Clifford did make an appearance.

Most sequels don’t work and I doubt this’d be any different - Max was so close to the edge a sequel would surely fall off.
I think I’ll live with YouTube reruns. 

I’ve been watching some Max Headroom stuff I didn’t know existed.
I’ve reconsidered - they could do something with it IF (a big one) they retained the simplicity of computers in the mid 80s.
Bummer. There are no more 45 minute programmes to watch.
I just watched the above pissed and stoned - it sure is different. 
It even has some of the madness elements of Fear and Loathing.

San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were here and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .

And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

It see, see, sounds bi, bi, bi, better if you can thi, thi, thi, imagine Ma, Ma, Ma, Max Headroom say, say, say, speaking the words.
Forget it; if you’re not piss’d ‘n ripped, we’re AWOL.