On Getting Through "Ascension"

While I don't seem to make a great deal of use of the newspaper TV guide I included in my subscription, a promotional covey story about a short miniseries about to premiere did get my attention. The show was called "Ascension," and its story was "sold" by inviting us to imagine that at the beginning of the space age a "generation starship" was launched in secret, such that half a century later there's a small group of people still dressed in "Mad Men style" out in space. Even if "secret history" can seem to me a over-tilled seedbed for the breeding of unproductive suspicion, I supposed the specific idea appealed just enough that I could suspend disbelief that far. More than that, I have to admit the thought I "ought" to watch something not only in "live action" but "recent" had caught up to me.

Things started off with a distinct impression of being "over-TV-sexed," but that perhaps didn't get to me as much as a sudden revelation at the end of the second episode. It's the sort of thing that seems best befitted to some slight effort at hiding it from casual glances, but without dealing with it I can't get any further into the series.
( The revelation )