A show about space aliens!
One of the most misunderstood shows ever made. A masterpiece of trans-species drama. Permit me to answer much of the confusion surrounding this unique teleplay.
Though ostensibly set in a restaurant in LA, the show clearly portrays the complex and unsettling inter-personal relationships between the alien inhabitants of Proxima Centauri, our closest galactic neighbours.
Obviously, the teleplay's budget didn't allow for the expensive CGI required to bring the Centauran Glorkoids to life, but the actors did trojan work in copying their quirky mannerisms and stilted speech, not to mention the strange shifts in emotional state. To a member of the species homo sapiens, psychotic shifts from love to hate to love to hate to love to hate to anger to love to happiness to anger to happiness couldn't possibly happen in the space of one minute - as they do on 'Full Circle' - but on Proxima Centauri, this is one of their defining characteristics.
Neil LaBute captures this strange, inhuman Glorkoid quality beautifully. I don't know how many years he must have spent on that alien world - and how he managed to capture the Glorkoid speech rythyms without going utterly insane must remain a mystery.
Some have suggested that LaBute wrote the script in English, then had it translated in Russian, then from Russian into Mandarin, from Mandarin into Australian, and Australian back into English, in order to capture the strange other-worldly speech patterns of the Glorkoids; if so, it has worked wonderfully.
Regarding the telepath/reincarnated son/grandfather: this is definitely the result of clonelord engineering; a common side effect of axolotl tech used too aggressively, a common problem on the outer moons; in spite of repeated warnings from the stellar archons, the roborg collective just won't pay heed. A moral lesson by genius playwright Neil LaBute about the dangers of science, worthy of Mary Shelley herself.
Note the all-plant diet of the incestuous clone telepath - a clear reference to the enormous algal blooms required in their spawning tanks. I'm shocked that none of you noticed this clear clue to the true subject of the show.
It must be said that the first episode, in which Draco Malfroid expresses his conflicting feelings for his lover calls to mind one of the great poems of Centauran literature, 'hate-love-kill-life' by Zcwlwarrrchlg the euphonius:
I love you
I hate you
I love you
come home with me
I hate you bitch
I love you
live in my flat
I hate you I hate you.
is it my child
is it his child
the egg will hatch
do not kill the child
when it it born
because I love you
but I hate you
when it is born
kill the child;
post it on Twitter.
Masterful. Just masterful. Neil LaBute, Genius.