I am become nerd, destroyer of cool.
So, we’re back.
I’ve been on a self-imposed “Battlestar Galactica” ban since the March finale; before seeing the extended cut of the finale, and before even listening to the commentary for that episode, I wanted to watch the whole thing over again. And to add an extra level to my re-watch, I plan to write reviews of every episode.
You read that right. Every episode. Granted, that might not happen, but the rules for the rewatch are simple enough. A review for each episode, and I can’t watch the next one until I write the review, and I can’t skip the bad episodes. There aren’t many, but that will mean I will have to re-watch “The Woman King.”
(That sound was me shuddering).
And a note to first time BSG readers; these aren’t the reviews for you. I plan (there’s that word again) to write about the show with the ending in mind. If you haven’t seen the show, you will be spoiled on stuff that happens at the end. You’ve been warned.
The BSG reviews and the ‘Battlestar’ brain are back. Let the fun begin.
And if you aren’t in love with the show like I am, don’t worry. The movie reviews are still going to be there too.
Imagine a world on the brink of disaster; the people go about their lives, living and dying, loving and fighting, laughing and weeping. They are willfully ignorant of the world beyond their borders and the darkness that’s in their immediate future. They built their destruction decades ago, then forget about it, and when the world crashed at their feet, all they can think of is what they might have done differently.
It is their story; it is our story.
Our story begins at the end of the world. We meet the Colonials, and their issues, and then poof, the 12 Colonies are gun and our Ragtag Fleet is on the run from the Big Bad Cylons. There are some surprises, some mysteries (like who left that note for Adama) that may or not be answered, but it’s a start.
I’m getting more sold on the idea the some Deity keeps wanting us to succeed, keeps trying to tell us to not frak with God’s territory. It’s something I hadn’t really thought about, but the Cycle is about the Colonials learning as much as it’s about God’s faith in the people. God believes that someday we’ll get it right, so God tests them and pushes them, almost wipes them out, then starts over, with nothing but hope to guide them.
“God is love,” Caprica Six tells Gaius, and she’s right; God, or the gods, love us so much that he/she/it/they will leave us alone to carve out our own destinies, but that force will interfere just before we all die to start again.
I didn’t pay too much thought to the religion angle the first time around; looks like I’ve got to now. And with religion comes Gaius’s journey, another point that I need to watch more closely. It’s easier this time; the hatred just isn’t as strong now that I know his full story.
What surprises me most about re-watching the Miniseries is that while I still think it’s a good start to a great show, and I feel in love with it from the get-go, it’s only a harbinger the good that is to come. I already know how it ends, but I can’t wait to go through it.
Sure, I know what’s coming, and it’s hard to watch some of the parts now. Seeing Billy and Dualla, alive and happy and hopeful, was probably the hardest part; they both have such rough exits ahead.
As much as I’m looking forward to re-visiting my beloved series, I have to say I was bit bored with the miniseries; some of it is that I’ve seen it a lot, but some of it is also that I’m anxious to get going with the rest of the episodes, the ones I haven’t seen more than once or twice.
So here we go. It’s good to be back.