Farscape deserves a rewatch if you're looking for another one. Watching it at binge pace rather than weekly pace you really catch Crichton's descent into madness.
(Something that doesn't work at binge pace for me: Frasier. Everyone's so much meaner than I remember).
>The show takes Sigmund Freud's axiom that the sex drive and the death drive are the two main forces controlling human nature: Stanley Tweedle, security guard (Level 4, the lowest), Zev Bellringer of 3BK, a woman who was forcibly converted into a love slave for failing to perform her wifely duties (she's got the looks and the libido, but none of the mental imprinting), Kai, an undead assassin, and 790, a robot head (that got the mental conditioning intended for Zev) zoom around the galaxy looking to get laid. They never learn lessons and blow up every planet they visit. Rinse and repeat. Take the fatalism of Wagnerian opera, the budget of a Sega CD game, and the logic (and sometimes acting) of softcore porn, and that's Lexx.
>[...] The show was often described as the anti-Star Trek, and, fittingly, you could say the show's five-year mission was to explore strange new worlds and blow them up, seek out the sleaziest and seediest new life and civilization, and to boldly come where no man has come before.
(Something that doesn't work at binge pace for me: Frasier. Everyone's so much meaner than I remember).