Sean bought me some miniatures for a birthday that was a couple of years ago now, including this fearsome Cylon warrior. Just to be different, I painted him gold to make him one of the rare Command Centurions you used to see on the original Battlestar Galactica.
His boots look like he kicked Goldfinger to death.
ReplyDeleteI loved those old-skool Cylons, and I remember the childhood awe I felt at seeing the first (and only?) Gold Centurion. I guess it's the same kick for Captain Phasma, now that I think about it.
Much later, I read about the stuntmen who populated that armour, and how much they had to endure to make the Cylons fearsome, or as fearsome as a stormtrooper could be who dies from a single daggit bite. Three factors came into play: the suits were not very flexible, they were heavy and hot, and visibility was very poor.
Not long ago, I watched an episode where the Cylons had taken over a medieval-style castle (appropriating a Universal Studios set, naturally), and the Cylons had to somehow make it on their own down a stone staircase with no railing. If the Colonials had simply put all of their stuff at the bottom of a stone staircase with no railing, the Cylons would have taken yahrens to get to them.
Understandable: who would want to be wearing a pinball-faced sardine can when you slipped and fell clanking down a hundred stone stairs, and who would get you out of that suit to rescue you, a paramedic or a paramechanic?