to See This All Happen Again
'Battlestar Galactica' recap: All this has happened before, and all this volition happen over again
A long time agone, in a milky way far, far away…a rag-tag fleet comprised of the survivors of a genocidal holocaust — and, eventually, those who caused that holocaust — searched for the metaphorical common ground upon which they could build a hereafter, likewise every bit a literal ground where they could constitute the foundations for a ameliorate tomorrow.
Through it all, through tragedy and triumph, expiry and dishonor, torture and titillation, President Laura Roslin, Admiral William Adama, and the fleet they've watched over equally humbled parents and guiding lights have endured.
And now, here we are, at the end of days.
Every bit lamentable as we all might be that Battlestar Galactica has, for all intents and purposes, come to a close, we must besides realize that its finale is a fundamentally crucial role of the feel. Every story needs an catastrophe. On that, I remember nosotros all can agree. As wonderful equally it has been, lo these past four years, I don't recall any of us wanted this testify that we love to comport on ad infinitum, somewhen succumbing to that which plagues every prove that overstays its welcome: irrelevance. Especially since, for BSG, relevance is the coin of the realm.
And then the only existent question is: How did Battlestar Galactica stop? With a bang, a whimper, a little bit of both? Equally gloriously somber as Robin of Locksley blindly firing an arrow into the Sherwood depths to mark his burial spot? Equally frustratingly perfect as The Sopranos' slam to black? Equally hauntingly surreal equally St. Elsewhere, revealed to be the intricate fever-dream of an autistic child?
Some will likely experience cheated; that the answers they felt were owed them were left woefully unresolved. Others will savor in the warm glow of emotional satisfaction. Me, personally, I feel unsatisfyingly satisfied: I wanted both more than and less, of which we'll get to in a infinitesimal.
One thing I think we tin can all agree on, though: This is exactly the mode that Ronald D. Moore wanted his prove to end. And, every bit such, I have the utmost respect for his achievement. In tv, few get to tell their story their way and end it on their terms. For that, I call up we should all go outside and spill one-half our drinks on the sidewalk. Out of respect.
Out of that same respect, I'1000 gonna pepper this, well-nigh likely the last fourth dimension I'll become to write about Battlestar Galactica, with my ten favorite BSG moments. Some are whole episodes, some are mere flicks of the wrist…only they all speak to why I honey this show, even with its flaws, so damned much. And, given that I'g also recapping a ii-60 minutes episode, we're gonna exist here a while. The smoking lamp is out, and the scotch is Talisker. Want some? Get your own. Hither nosotros go.
Side by side: Caprica before the autumn
The primal to "Daylight" is realizing that, sometimes, questions don't get answered. If you can swing with that, and then what this serial finale offers (and doesn't offer) volition sit perfectly well.
We opened dorsum on Caprica, Before the Fall. So far, Caprica seems to consist of apprehensive abodes, parks, and strip joints. I know that Adama and Tigh are men's men, but for some reason I can't imagine them hanging out at a nudie bar. Someplace with dark woods and a bartender with a bow necktie. Just props to Ellen Tigh for rolling with the fellas: The family unit that plays together, stays together.
(Favorite Moment #i: Killing Ellen Tigh. It was then tender, so sweet, and so heartbreaking to watch the one-eyed Saul Tigh poison his own married woman because she was collaborating with the Cylons — using everything at her disposal, including her body and secret rebel plans, to buy her married man's freedom from toaster confinement.)
Lee was equally convinced of his righteousness years agone every bit he is today. He sat downward with a daughter he simply met and lectured her about her duty to take part in the political organisation. And it'south clear that at that place was always something between them. First, information technology was Zak Adama. Then it was their jobs. Subsequently that, information technology was Baltar — retrieve when Kara slept with him? — then Sam, then death, and finally…fate. (It'due south also interesting that Neb and Lee weren't on speaking terms even before Zak died.)
(Favorite Moment #two: Lee and Kara, sleeping together. "I dear Kara Thrace!" Poor Lee. Shouting information technology at the height of his lungs, naked as a jaybird, affluent with post-coital emotion, doesn't mean that what seems similar the inevitable will last longer than a dusky New Caprica dark. The push-and-pull of destiny always kept them in each other's orbit, blighted never to land, and never to break away. And then she went and married Anders.)
Laura Roslin, meanwhile, channeled The Existent Housewives of Caprica City, and got cougariffic on a old student. Patently, everyone can handle his or her liquor better than Ol' Pecker Adama, Admiral Gakbar himself.
Adama and that corporate task he refused to take remind me, of all things, of Start Claret. When John Rambo is crying that he used to be able to fly a gunship, bulldoze a tank, be in charge of million dollar equipment and hundreds of men's lives and now he can't hold a job parking cars. Adama has been The Homo, and hither's some pencil pusher asking if he's ever stolen cash from a register.
(Favorite Moment #three: Laura thanking Doc Cottle. This is a brand-new one, right from the finale, but I was moved more by this simple gesture — showing genuine appreciation for the homo who did everything within his considerable medical powers to keep her alive for as long every bit he did — than I was by Laura's death. I was a bit like Cottle in that scene, trying my best to keep information technology together.)
There was something refreshingly old school virtually the lead-up about the preparations for the final battle. Plans being made all over the ship, Adama saying that the firefight will be "like ii quondam ships on the line, slugging it out at point blank range," installing Sam's hybrid hot tub in the CIC, promoting Hoshi to Admiral and Lampkin to President — setting the fleet's affairs in order. Cherry-red-striped Centurions marched on the flight deck, much like when they were marching on New Caprica. Merely at present, they're on our side. Or we're on their side. Or at that place's a side, and we're all on it.
And, finally, Adama "going around the horn," giving us one last good look inside the ship he, like we, has come up to love.
Side by side: The Onetime Man leaves the Sometime Daughter
(Favorite Moment #four: Presenting Laura with the Blackbird. Damnit, I still go chills thinking about it. How does Galactica's crew show affection for and acceptance of their President? By building the first ship since C-Mean solar day and naming it "Laura.")
Baltar manned up and stayed on Galactica, leaving his flock backside. ("They're all yours now, Paula. Bask them.") I'm puzzled by what'south happened to Gaius Baltar. We'd been asked to invest so much time in his religious conversion, his newfound sense of purpose. We've been shown he and his people being handed weapons, as if they'd be the fleet's last line of defense against the Cylons running rampant among them. And all of that fell by the wayside, only because Baltar stepped up and agreed to go on the rescue Hera mission. I mean, it's nice that he'due south not a wuss, but that merely feels like a story dead-end — like the whole Sagittarion fiasco — that Ronald D. Moore and Co. followed that didn't pb anywhere.
(Favorite Moment #5: Caprica Half-dozen snaps a baby'south neck. While watching the miniseries, that was precisely when I said to myself, "Self, if this show is willing to kill a baby, then all bets are off: It can practice annihilation. Nosotros're watching the residuum of this thing, I don't care what you're doing on Friday night.")
I'm just gonna popular this in verbatim. Considering this was the terminal time we'd lookout William Adama lead men and women into battle. The terminal time nosotros'd listen to him stir the soul: "This is the Admiral. But so there'll exist no misunderstandings later. Galactica's seen a lot of history, gone through a lot of battles. This will exist her terminal. She will not fail us, if nosotros do not neglect her. If we succeed in our mission, Galactica will bring u.s.a. dwelling. If we don't, information technology doesn't matter anyway. Action stations!"
I don't care how you've felt nigh the last few episodes, whether yous found them illuminating, or boring, or elegiac: You lot can't tell me that this firefight wasn't wondrous to behold. Galactica arresting penalty similar Ali in the Rumble in the Jungle, Sam the super-hybrid shutting down the Colony'south slackers, Adama ordering "all ahead flank speed" and ramming the nose of the old daughter down the commonage Cylon throat — this is what had been missing for me in the run-up to the finale. Spectacle. Valor. Stuff bravado up real good.
(Favorite Moment #half dozen: "Exodus, Part II." With Adama unwilling to leave his people backside on New Caprica, he hatched a daring rescue program. In case it failed, he sent Lee — and the Battlestar Pegasus — off with the rest of the armada for safety. As the Colonial insurgency fought information technology out with the Cylons on the ground, Galactica jumped into the godsdamned atmosphere, falling similar a rock earlier it launched its vipers and jumped back out. Bedridden from the effort, Galactica is a sitting duck for the multiple Cylon baseships, bearing downward on her. Simply before all is lost, Pegasus rolled in to save the day. Never have CG ships moving through infinite been so frakking heroic.)
NEXT: Galactica = Opera Business firm
As Lee led his assault team out Galactica's snout, Helo and his raptor wranglers landed another strike team, and they fanned out looking for Hera, running and gunning through the Colony. Lucky for them, Boomer decided to switch sides 1 final time. (And Simon paid the price.)
So at present Baltar and Caprica 6 stood on the line, nervous, set up to repel borders. "I'm proud of you," she told him. "I've always wanted to be proud of you." And and then the Head games got complicated…because Caprica and Baltar can see each other's Head people. Which doesn't make any sense, but more on that later.
A wave of Centurions boarded Galactica, while Boomer found Helo and Sharon on the Colony and handed over Hera. "Tell the onetime man, I owed him one." And and then, as Sharon plugged Boomer, we flashed dorsum to Adama giving a young, virtually-washout Boomer i last chance to continue her billet on Galactica. What goes around, comes around.
(Favorite Moment #seven: Shooting Adama. We knew that Boomer was a Cylon, and nosotros knew she was struggling with the thing within her that was forcing her to do bad things. But nosotros weren't even close to prepared for her to walk into CIC and popular the Onetime Human in the chest. Hell of a way to cliffhang the start flavor.)
With the ringlet-haired package dorsum in their possession, the assault teams returned to Galactica, only to find that they've gotta shoot their style to the CIC. When ane of the Dorals fired a few rounds into Helo's leg, Hera decided to run off. After everything she'd been through, she chose that moment to run from her parents? I volition say that, at least, nosotros got a resolution for the Opera Business firm stuff. That everything those four people saw — Laura, Caprica 6, Baltar, and Sharon — would serve as a kind of cerebral GPS to lead them to Hera, and then bring her precisely where she needed to exist (to get captured past Cavil). It all came together and it all made sense. I wonder how much of this was planned — if they knew way back when they kickoff introduced the opera house sequence two seasons ago that this was how it would resolve. If they did…that'south awesome.
Why does Baltar go to make the big speech that saves Hera? "I run across angels. Angels in this very room. Now I may be mad, but that doesn't hateful that I'm not right." Why not whatsoever number of people standing there who might have something to add to the chat? And why didn't someone shoot Cavil in the skull while he was distracted past Gaius' babbling?
Side by side: The beginning of the endings
(Favorite Moment #8: One Year Later. Gaius Baltar causeless the role of President of the Colonies, and he made his first lodge of business organisation settling on the inhospitable New Caprica. As the weight of the role — and the detonation of a nuke in the fleet — settled in, Baltar rested his head on his desk. When he raised it again, nosotros were already a year into life on New Caprica, with President Baltar surrounded by harlots and hopped up on pills. A ballsy storytelling maneuver that worked like a amuse.)
Anyway, a truce was chosen: the Five agreed to give the Cylons the Resurrection tech once more, if Cavil would call off the attack and return Hera. Too bad the simply fashion for the Five to pass on that info was to join in some goopy mind meld that allowed them to share each other's memories. And the minute Tory's picayune "I killed Cally" secret wasn't a secret anymore, Tyrol totally lost his cool, snapped her neck like a twig, and inadvertently started another firefight…one which ends with Cavil dead, the Colony crippled, and Kara jumping Galactica to prophylactic by tapping the "All Along the Watchtower" music into the FTL drive. (We'll skip over the incredibly long odds of a raptor with a dead crew firing its missiles at merely the right time, and every missile striking the Colony.)
Galactica reappeared, having used her very last leap to become clear of the Colony, simply she was bucking similar a bronco, buckling like a can can. It was a Battlestar that looked similar a toy that'd been played with too much. And so we got to World. Or, at least, the planet nosotros know as Earth…which isn't the real World, simply a lush prehistoric rock with all kinds of wild fauna and Cro-Magnons walking the savannah.
(Favorite Moment #9: "33." The miniseries was its ain make of tedious-burn down awesome, simply the first episode out of the gate — which had the Cylons pouncing on the armada every 33 minutes — established it's lived-in grizzliness with speed and economic system.)
From here on out, "Daybreak" was but a series of endings. For me, some of them worked very well: the Centurions getting the baseship, Sam piloting Galactica and the armada into the sun (while the classic Battlestar Galactica theme crept in to Bear McCreary's score), Adama taking his final viper flight off an abandoned flight deck, Tyrol heading off to exist a Scottish highlander, Adama and Starbuck's terminal exchange:
"Whaddya hear, Starbuck?"
"Cipher but the rain."
"Well grab your gun and bring in the true cat."
And Laura's death could've been some kind of histrionic, melodramatic affair…but it was handled with class and grace. (And the flashback to her all sexy in her lingerie, boot her cub to the adjourn and deciding to get into the political game, was a nice bookend.) With her demise came the dissolution of BSG'southward first family unit. I don't sympathize why Nib Adama was never going to come across his son again. Why did Laura's death have to ship him into a self-imposed exile? Why should he plow his dorsum on Lee and Tigh and live out his days lonely, in the cabin he'll build?
Adjacent: Kara's surprising exit
But that'south nothing compared to what happened with Kara Thrace. For all of its religious overtones and prophetical trappings, Battlestar Galactica has been a show rooted in the existent. Information technology was defined by a very real holocaust and the harsh realities of a earth lost, of shattered promise, that gave the show its shape. For characters to die, and come up back from the expressionless, and vanish into thin air…feels like a betrayal of that fundamental premise. Is she an angel, equally Baltar would claim? A collective figment of everyone'southward imagination? I know that Ron Moore has said that Kara is whatever we desire her to exist. I desire her to make sense. (And who, exactly, was Kara the Harbinger of Expiry for? The Cylons? Non for the humans, clearly.) Drunkard on Caprica with Lee, she revealed that her greatest fear was of non beingness remembered. Of being forgotten. No risk of that, to be certain. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace will remain ane of the nifty modern television characters. I only wish that her catastrophe honored her.
(Favorite Moment #10: Kara Thrace, with her guns back on. Felix Gaeta stirred up a hornets' nest with his mutiny, but in "The Adjuration" Starbuck shook off her soul-searching shock, strapped on her pistolas, and started gunning downwards the offenders. "I can practice this all day." Amen, sis.)
Finally, 150,000 years later. In New York Urban center. Head Baltar and Head Six peer over the shoulder of Ronald D. Moore himself (Angels? Devils?) equally he read about the discovery of mitochondrial Eve, the adult female to whom all of humanity can exist traced. Hera. You know, of all the endings this episode had, the NYC 1 was my least favorite. Why hammer the betoken then friggin' difficult? We become it. We're doing the very same matter the Colonies did, inventing artificial intelligence, letting engineering run away from u.s.a.. We would've gotten that without the CNBC reports of cutesy robots. The infinitesimal nosotros saw the outline of Africa from space, we kinda knew where this was heading.
I've said it earlier, and I'll say information technology here: I don't begrudge Ron Moore his recalcitrance in catastrophe Battlestar Galactica. It must be a simultaneously hard and joyous thing, making your way to the end of such a storytelling journey. Do I wish I'd gotten more answers? Certain. While not as reliant upon mystery and riddles as Lost, Battlestar Galactica had its share of lore, of arcana, of threads that seemed to be fastened to the end of something larger. And we got a lot of those answers — that Cylon episode earlier this season delivered the goods (and The Program promises to deliver more) — but there are nevertheless some that nag.
But some questions become answered, and some simply pb to other questions. Such is life, such is Battlestar Galactica.
It's hard to summarize four years of a television bear witness. Information technology just is. It's hard to accept in more than than 80 hours of television and make any kind of real judgment about it. At that place'due south but so much to consider: the high points and the depression, the nooks and the crannies, the roads taken and those left untraveled. BSG has been, for me, a revelatory experience. I grew up on science fiction and watched as Hollywood slowly knee-jerked and focus-grouped information technology into a shadow of its sometime self. Ron Moore, David Eick, their stellar writing staff, their multifaceted ensemble, and their nimble production team have rekindled my love for the genre. They've shown me that passion, dedication, and talent, all in service of a man with a vision, can work wonders.
To borrow from the original Big Willie, Battlestar Galactica was a television show; take it for all in all, I shall not look upon its similar again.
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