The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy


Don't Panic! The story of Arthur Dent, an average Englishman who life was spared by his friend, who turned out to be an alien, while the planet Earth is destroyed. His friend tells him about the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a guide with anything you ever needed, and wanted to know. They travel across the galaxy, meeting friendly, and not so friendly characters in order to find the great question (the answer being 42).
Saw it on TV in the 80's and it felt like British sci-fi had taken a long lunch, dropped acid and decided the answer to everything was 42.
Arthur Dent, a bathrobe-clad everyman, escapes Earth’s destruction thanks to his alien friend Ford Prefect.
What follows is a cosmic road trip through bureaucratic absurdity, existential riddles and Marvin the Paranoid Android’s depressive monologues.
Based on Douglas Adams’ radio series and novel, this BBC adaptation is gloriously lo fi, deeply witty and unapologetically weird.
The tone? Dry, surreal and packed with philosophical punchlines.
The effects are charmingly clunky, the performances pitch perfect,especially Simon Jones as Arthur and David Dixon as Ford.
And the Guide itself? A snarky narrator with animations that feel like Monty Python met a Commodore 64.
Watching it again like revisiting a universe where logic is optional, towels are sacred and Vogon poetry is a weapon of mass irritation. It’s not just sci fi, it’s satire, existentialism and British eccentricity rolled into one.
A cult classic that belongs in the “watched it confused, rewatched it enlightened” shelf.