I've been watching Battlestar Galactica (the re-imagined series, not the 1970's wonder) and naturally I'm not watching it in order, because, c'mon: me!
And I saw the final episode when it aired, even though even then I wasn't really watching the show. Too many writer friends of mine kept insisting that I seeeeeee it and that I should waaaaatch it because it was thaaaaat gooooood. Whatev. So of course I didn't. Not with that many people I respected telling me to do something. And really, what is up with that? With all these friends who really ought to know that the more you tell me and pressure me to do something--even something I WILL LIKE--well, I just won't do it. Because.
So I'm watching the show now. Out of order. I'm watching the episodes that seem Most Likely to Have Laura Roslin Moments. Sure, writing, plot....and...more important stuff. *eyeroll* I'm watching for Laura Roslin eye-candy/brain-candy. Madam Airlock is Sofa King Hawt. Thank god she's fictional and I can't be offensive about things that don't exist: cuz I would be ON THAT BITCH.
This is not a happy show. It's a tragedy. There are no happy stories, everyone is broken. Even the back-stories are broken. I'm really struck by how dark and miserable every character is: and not only after the attacks! Everyone is completely fucked up before the world(s) end.
What surprises me is how many people root for a happy ending. And though I personally find the show ending to be completely nihilistic to everything we've seen these people struggle for--the fact that everyone disappears, (oh yeah, super literally with WTF Starbuck?! ) that no history remains, that the personalities are totally forgotten: that seems disappointing and deeply depressing, but in keeping with the hot-messes of everyone's life.
I don't like the ending. I think it's spectacularly stupid. Abandoning technology so everyone can get sick, die in childbirth, rape uncivilized savages to propagate a weird human/cylon/indigenous breeders species is pretty wildly offensive. I'd have preferred them settling as they did on New Caprica & starting a new life--while remembering the sacrifices & personalities that got them there--as opposed to scattering, abandoning the community they'd forged. What do I know?
What's interesting & watchable about BSG, is that no one is really a decent person. Not really. Even my girl whom I like best makes some wham, bam calls. I forgive her. And for the record, I'd have used a bio-weapon against the cylons and never even worried about it. Genocidal machines--easy call. Really don't care, can't find the time to care, can't even pretend to. Now take off your top off Laura, and get on me.
I guess what I find interesting is that it seems most of the good people die, probably right off the bat in the attacks, and those who remain tip the scales crap heavily all over the scales, smash them and throw them right at bad and unpleasant behavior. The paltry remains of the human race aren't lovable without their art, plants, pets--those things that show our caring side, our creative side, as opposed to those things that motivate us merely to survive, connive & fight.
Sadly, cylons are fanatical bat-shits too. They remind me of every fundamentalist I've had the great misfortune of working with over the years. Them what talk compassion, humility, grace and wisdom (big picture stuff)--but actually are judgy, superior, intolerant, frightened bigots.
Also, I don't trust a machine race (well, period, end-sentance) that makes 99% ugly men, melds gooey hybrid gals with ships & cranks out drop-dead lovely looking, fully ambulatory ladies. I find that all odd. I wonder about their basic mental health, physical and aesthetic "-isms" that play out extantly via their cylon models. Baby-snappers is what they are. Snap snap snap.
Final thoughts: Baltar is always moist. He's always weepy, greasy, sweaty or snotty. Get that man a towel.