All of This Has Happened Before and Will Happen Again. So Say We All
'Battlestar Galactica' recap: All this has happened before, and all this volition happen once more
A long time agone, in a galaxy 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 time to come, as well as a literal ground where they could plant the foundations for a better tomorrow.
Through information technology all, through tragedy and triumph, death and dishonor, torture and titillation, President Laura Roslin, Admiral William Adama, and the fleet they've watched over as humbled parents and guiding lights have endured.
And now, here we are, at the end of days.
As sad as we all might exist that Battlestar Galactica has, for all intents and purposes, come up to a close, we must also realize that its finale is a fundamentally crucial office of the experience. Every story needs an ending. On that, I think nosotros all can agree. As wonderful as it has been, lo these by four years, I don't think whatsoever of us wanted this show that we love to behave on advert infinitum, eventually succumbing to that which plagues every show that overstays its welcome: irrelevance. Peculiarly since, for BSG, relevance is the money of the realm.
Then the only existent question is: How did Battlestar Galactica stop? With a bang, a whimper, a little bit of both? As gloriously somber equally Robin of Locksley blindly firing an arrow into the Sherwood depths to mark his burial spot? As frustratingly perfect as The Sopranos' slam to black? As hauntingly surreal equally St. Elsewhere, revealed to be the intricate fever-dream of an autistic child?
Some will probable feel 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 and less, of which we'll get to in a minute.
One thing I think we can all agree on, though: This is exactly the style that Ronald D. Moore wanted his show to stop. And, equally such, I have the utmost respect for his achievement. In idiot box, few get to tell their story their way and end information technology on their terms. For that, I think we should all go outside and spill half our drinks on the sidewalk. Out of respect.
Out of that same respect, I'm gonna pepper this, most likely the last time I'll get to write about Battlestar Galactica, with my ten favorite BSG moments. Some are whole episodes, some are mere flicks of the wrist…just they all speak to why I honey this show, even with its flaws, so damned much. And, given that I'm likewise recapping a 2-hour episode, we're gonna exist hither a while. The smoking lamp is out, and the scotch is Talisker. Desire some? Get your ain. Here we go.
Side by side: Caprica before the fall
The primal to "Daylight" is realizing that, sometimes, questions don't get answered. If you can swing with that, then what this series finale offers (and doesn't offer) volition sit perfectly well.
We opened back on Caprica, Before the Fall. So far, Caprica seems to consist of humble abodes, parks, and strip joints. I know that Adama and Tigh are men'south men, just for some reason I can't imagine them hanging out at a nudie bar. Someplace with dark wood and a bartender with a bow tie. But props to Ellen Tigh for rolling with the fellas: The family that plays together, stays together.
(Favorite Moment #1: Killing Ellen Tigh. It was so tender, so sugariness, so heartbreaking to watch the 1-eyed Saul Tigh poisonous substance his ain wife because she was collaborating with the Cylons — using everything at her disposal, including her body and secret insubordinate plans, to purchase her married man'southward liberty from toaster confinement.)
Lee was as convinced of his righteousness years agone equally he is today. He saturday downward with a girl he merely met and lectured her about her duty to accept part in the political system. And it'south clear that there was always something between them. First, it was Zak Adama. Then it was their jobs. After that, it was Baltar — call up when Kara slept with him? — and then Sam, then death, and finally…fate. (It'southward likewise interesting that Bill and Lee weren't on speaking terms fifty-fifty before Zak died.)
(Favorite Moment #2: Lee and Kara, sleeping together. "I love Kara Thrace!" Poor Lee. Shouting it at the acme of his lungs, naked as a jaybird, flush with mail service-coital emotion, doesn't mean that what seems similar the inevitable will last longer than a dusky New Caprica night. The button-and-pull of destiny always kept them in each other'southward orbit, fated never to land, and never to intermission abroad. And then she went and married Anders.)
Laura Roslin, meanwhile, channeled The Real Housewives of Caprica Urban center, and got cougariffic on a old student. Apparently, everyone can handle his or her liquor better than Ol' Neb Adama, Admiral Gakbar himself.
Adama and that corporate job he refused to have remind me, of all things, of Outset Blood. When John Rambo is crying that he used to exist able to fly a gunship, drive a tank, be in charge of million dollar equipment and hundreds of men'south lives and at present he can't hold a job parking cars. Adama has been The Man, and here'due south some pencil pusher asking if he'south e'er stolen cash from a annals.
(Favorite Moment #3: Laura thanking Md Cottle. This is a brand-new one, correct from the finale, but I was moved more past this simple gesture — showing genuine appreciation for the man who did everything within his considerable medical powers to keep her alive for every bit long as he did — than I was by Laura'southward death. I was a bit similar Cottle in that scene, trying my all-time to keep it together.)
There was something refreshingly quondam school about the lead-up about the preparations for the final battle. Plans being made all over the transport, Adama saying that the firefight will be "like two old ships on the line, slugging it out at betoken bare range," installing Sam'due south hybrid hot tub in the CIC, promoting Hoshi to Admiral and Lampkin to President — setting the fleet's affairs in gild. Red-striped Centurions marched on the flight deck, much like when they were marching on New Caprica. Merely now, they're on our side. Or we're on their side. Or in that location'southward a side, and we're all on it.
And, finally, Adama "going effectually the horn," giving us one last good wait inside the ship he, like nosotros, has come up to honey.
NEXT: The One-time Man leaves the Sometime Daughter
(Favorite Moment #4: Presenting Laura with the Blackbird. Damnit, I still get chills thinking about it. How does Galactica's crew show affection for and credence of their President? By edifice the first ship since C-Twenty-four hour period and naming it "Laura.")
Baltar manned up and stayed on Galactica, leaving his flock behind. ("They're all yours now, Paula. Bask them.") I'k puzzled by what's happened to Gaius Baltar. Nosotros'd been asked to invest then much time in his religious conversion, his newfound sense of purpose. Nosotros've been shown he and his people being handed weapons, as if they'd be the armada's last line of defence force against the Cylons running rampant amongst them. And all of that fell by the wayside, merely because Baltar stepped up and agreed to go on the rescue Hera mission. I mean, it'southward nice that he's not a wuss, merely that just feels like a story dead-end — similar the whole Sagittarion fiasco — that Ronald D. Moore and Co. followed that didn't lead anywhere.
(Favorite Moment #5: Caprica Six snaps a infant's neck. While watching the miniseries, that was precisely when I said to myself, "Self, if this prove is willing to impale a baby, and then all bets are off: It tin can do anything. We're watching the residuum of this thing, I don't care what yous're doing on Friday dark.")
I'k just gonna pop this in verbatim. Because this was the last time we'd sentry William Adama lead men and women into boxing. The terminal time we'd listen to him stir the soul: "This is the Admiral. But then in that location'll exist no misunderstandings later. Galactica's seen a lot of history, gone through a lot of battles. This will be her last. She will not fail u.s., if nosotros do not fail her. If nosotros succeed in our mission, Galactica volition bring u.s. home. If we don't, it doesn't matter anyhow. Activity stations!"
I don't intendance how you've felt well-nigh the last few episodes, whether you found them illuminating, or boring, or elegiac: You can't tell me that this firefight wasn't wondrous to behold. Galactica arresting punishment like 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 olfactory organ of the quondam girl downwardly the collective Cylon throat — this is what had been missing for me in the run-up to the finale. Spectacle. Valor. Stuff bravado upwards real expert.
(Favorite Moment #half dozen: "Exodus, Role II." With Adama unwilling to go out his people behind on New Caprica, he hatched a daring rescue plan. In example information technology failed, he sent Lee — and the Battlestar Pegasus — off with the rest of the armada for prophylactic. As the Colonial insurgency fought it out with the Cylons on the ground, Galactica jumped into the godsdamned atmosphere, falling like a rock before information technology launched its vipers and jumped back out. Crippled from the effort, Galactica is a sitting duck for the multiple Cylon baseships, begetting down on her. Just earlier all is lost, Pegasus rolled in to save the day. Never have CG ships moving through space been so frakking heroic.)
Adjacent: Galactica = Opera House
As Lee led his assail team out Galactica'due south 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 ane last time. (And Simon paid the price.)
So now Baltar and Caprica Six stood on the line, nervous, fix to repel borders. "I'one thousand proud of you," she told him. "I've always wanted to be proud of you lot." And so the Caput games got complicated…because Caprica and Baltar can meet each other's Head people. Which doesn't make any sense, but more than on that later.
A wave of Centurions boarded Galactica, while Boomer found Helo and Sharon on the Colony and handed over Hera. "Tell the old man, I owed him i." And then, equally Sharon plugged Boomer, we flashed back to Adama giving a young, nigh-washout Boomer one last gamble to keep her billet on Galactica. What goes effectually, comes around.
(Favorite Moment #7: Shooting Adama. We knew that Boomer was a Cylon, and nosotros knew she was struggling with the thing inside her that was forcing her to do bad things. Only we weren't even close to prepared for her to walk into CIC and popular the Onetime Man in the chest. Hell of a way to cliffhang the first season.)
With the coil-haired package back in their possession, the assault teams returned to Galactica, simply to find that they've gotta shoot their way to the CIC. When one 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 to the lowest degree, we got a resolution for the Opera Business firm stuff. That everything those four people saw — Laura, Caprica Six, Baltar, and Sharon — would serve as a kind of cognitive GPS to atomic number 82 them to Hera, and and then bring her precisely where she needed to be (to go captured by Cavil). It all came together and it all fabricated sense. I wonder how much of this was planned — if they knew way dorsum when they starting time introduced the opera firm sequence two seasons agone that this was how it would resolve. If they did…that's awesome.
Why does Baltar get to make the big speech that saves Hera? "I encounter angels. Angels in this very room. At present I may be mad, only that doesn't hateful that I'm non correct." Why not whatsoever number of people standing in that location who might have something to add together to the conversation? And why didn't someone shoot Cavil in the skull while he was distracted by Gaius' blathering?
NEXT: The beginning of the endings
(Favorite Moment #eight: I Year Later. Gaius Baltar assumed the role of President of the Colonies, and he made his first gild of business organisation settling on the inhospitable New Caprica. As the weight of the role — and the detonation of a nuke in the armada — settled in, Baltar rested his head on his desk-bound. When he raised it once more, nosotros were already a yr into life on New Caprica, with President Baltar surrounded past harlots and hopped upward on pills. A ballsy storytelling maneuver that worked like a charm.)
Anyhow, a truce was called: the Five agreed to give the Cylons the Resurrection tech once again, if Cavil would telephone call off the attack and return Hera. Too bad the only way for the 5 to laissez passer on that info was to join in some goopy mind meld that immune them to share each other's memories. And the minute Tory's little "I killed Cally" underground wasn't a secret anymore, Tyrol totally lost his cool, snapped her neck like a twig, and inadvertently started another firefight…i which ends with Cavil dead, the Colony crippled, and Kara jumping Galactica to safety by tapping the "All Along the Watchtower" music into the FTL bulldoze. (We'll skip over the incredibly long odds of a raptor with a dead crew firing its missiles at but the correct fourth dimension, and every missile hitting the Colony.)
Galactica reappeared, having used her very terminal leap to get clear of the Colony, merely she was bucking like a bronco, buckling similar a tin can. It was a Battlestar that looked like a toy that'd been played with too much. So we got to Earth. Or, at least, the planet we know equally World…which isn't the real Earth, just a lush prehistoric rock with all kinds of wildlife and Cro-Magnons walking the savannah.
(Favorite Moment #9: "33." The miniseries was its own brand of tiresome-burn awesome, but the first episode out of the gate — which had the Cylons pouncing on the fleet every 33 minutes — established it'due south lived-in grizzliness with speed and economic system.)
From hither on out, "Daybreak" was merely a serial of endings. For me, some of them worked very well: the Centurions getting the baseship, Sam piloting Galactica and the fleet into the sun (while the classic Battlestar Galactica theme crept in to Bear McCreary'southward score), Adama taking his final viper flight off an abandoned flight deck, Tyrol heading off to be a Scottish highlander, Adama and Starbuck'south final exchange:
"Whaddya hear, Starbuck?"
"Nothing simply the rain."
"Well grab your gun and bring in the true cat."
And Laura's decease 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 curb and deciding to get into the political game, was a overnice bookend.) With her demise came the dissolution of BSG'south get-go family. I don't empathise why Bill Adama was never going to run into his son again. Why did Laura'due south death have to send him into a self-imposed exile? Why should he turn his back on Lee and Tigh and live out his days alone, in the cabin he'll build?
NEXT: Kara's surprising exit
But that's 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 real. It was defined past 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 back from the expressionless, and vanish into thin air…feels like a betrayal of that key 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 any we want her to exist. I want her to make sense. (And who, exactly, was Kara the Straw of Death for? The Cylons? Non for the humans, clearly.) Drunk on Caprica with Lee, she revealed that her greatest fear was of non beingness remembered. Of beingness forgotten. No chance of that, to be certain. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace will remain ane of the swell mod television characters. I merely wish that her ending honored her.
(Favorite Moment #10: Kara Thrace, with her guns dorsum on. Felix Gaeta stirred up a hornets' nest with his mutiny, but in "The Oath" Starbuck shook off her soul-searching stupor, strapped on her pistolas, and started gunning down the offenders. "I can do this all day." Amen, sister.)
Finally, 150,000 years later. In New York City. Head Baltar and Head Six peer over the shoulder of Ronald D. Moore himself (Angels? Devils?) as 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 one was my least favorite. Why hammer the bespeak so friggin' hard? We become it. We're doing the very same matter the Colonies did, inventing artificial intelligence, letting technology run abroad from us. We would've gotten that without the CNBC reports of cutesy robots. The minute we saw the outline of Africa from space, we kinda knew where this was heading.
I've said it before, and I'll say it here: I don't begrudge Ron Moore his recalcitrance in ending 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 than 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 attached to the terminate of something larger. And we got a lot of those answers — that Cylon episode before this flavor delivered the goods (and The Plan promises to deliver more) — but there are still some that nag.
Only some questions get answered, and some just lead to other questions. Such is life, such is Battlestar Galactica.
It'south difficult to summarize four years of a goggle box show. It merely is. Information technology's difficult to take in more than 80 hours of idiot box and make any kind of real judgment about it. There'south but so much to consider: the high points and the low, the nooks and the crannies, the roads taken and those left untraveled. BSG has been, for me, a revelatory experience. I grew up on scientific discipline fiction and watched as Hollywood slowly knee joint-jerked and focus-grouped it into a shadow of its former self. Ron Moore, David Eick, their stellar writing staff, their multifaceted ensemble, and their nimble production team take rekindled my dearest for the genre. They've shown me that passion, dedication, and talent, all in service of a man with a vision, tin can work wonders.
To infringe from the original Big Willie, Battlestar Galactica was a television show; take it for all in all, I shall not look upon its like again.
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