All of This Has Happened Before and It Will Happen Again
'Battlestar Galactica' recap: All this has happened before, and all this will happen again
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far abroad…a rag-tag armada 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, as well as a literal ground where they could constitute the foundations for a improve tomorrow.
Through it all, through tragedy and triumph, decease and dishonor, torture and titillation, President Laura Roslin, Admiral William Adama, and the armada they've watched over as humbled parents and guiding lights have endured.
And at present, here we are, at the end of days.
As lamentable as we all might be that Battlestar Galactica has, for all intents and purposes, come up to a close, we must too realize that its finale is a fundamentally crucial part of the experience. Every story needs an ending. On that, I think we all tin can agree. As wonderful as information technology has been, lo these past four years, I don't recollect whatever of us wanted this show that we honey to carry on advertizement infinitum, eventually succumbing to that which plagues every show that overstays its welcome: irrelevance. Specially since, for BSG, relevance is the coin of the realm.
And so the only real question is: How did Battlestar Galactica cease? With a blindside, a whimper, a little chip of both? Every bit gloriously somber every bit Robin of Locksley blindly firing an arrow into the Sherwood depths to mark his burying spot? As frustratingly perfect as The Sopranos' slam to black? As hauntingly surreal as St. Elsewhere, revealed to be the intricate fever-dream of an autistic kid?
Some will likely feel cheated; that the answers they felt were owed them were left woefully unresolved. Others volition bask in the warm glow of emotional satisfaction. Me, personally, I experience unsatisfyingly satisfied: I wanted both more and less, of which nosotros'll get to in a minute.
1 thing I recollect we can all agree on, though: This is exactly the way that Ronald D. Moore wanted his show to end. And, as such, I have the utmost respect for his accomplishment. In tv set, few get to tell their story their way and finish it on their terms. For that, I think nosotros should all go outside and spill half our drinks on the sidewalk. Out of respect.
Out of that same respect, I'chiliad gonna pepper this, most likely the last time I'll go to write nigh Battlestar Galactica, with my 10 favorite BSG moments. Some are whole episodes, some are mere flicks of the wrist…only they all speak to why I love this show, even with its flaws, so damned much. And, given that I'one thousand also recapping a two-hour episode, we're gonna be here a while. The smoking lamp is out, and the scotch is Talisker. Want some? Get your ain. Hither nosotros become.
NEXT: Caprica earlier the fall
The central to "Daylight" is realizing that, sometimes, questions don't become answered. If you lot can swing with that, then what this serial finale offers (and doesn't offering) volition sit down perfectly well.
We opened dorsum on Caprica, Earlier the Fall. So far, Caprica seems to consist of humble abodes, parks, and strip joints. I know that Adama and Tigh are men's men, merely for some reason I tin can't imagine them hanging out at a nudie bar. Someplace with dark forest and a bartender with a bow tie. Only props to Ellen Tigh for rolling with the fellas: The family that plays together, stays together.
(Favorite Moment #i: Killing Ellen Tigh. It was so tender, and then sugariness, so heartbreaking to scout the one-eyed Saul Tigh poison his own married woman considering she was collaborating with the Cylons — using everything at her disposal, including her torso and hush-hush rebel plans, to buy her hubby's freedom from toaster confinement.)
Lee was as convinced of his righteousness years agone as he is today. He sat downwards with a daughter he just met and lectured her about her duty to take function in the political system. And it's articulate that at that place was always something between them. First, it was Zak Adama. And so it was their jobs. After that, it was Baltar — remember when Kara slept with him? — and so Sam, and then death, and finally…fate. (Information technology'due south likewise interesting that Beak 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 top of his lungs, naked as a jaybird, flush with post-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'south orbit, fated never to land, and never to interruption abroad. And then she went and married Anders.)
Laura Roslin, meanwhile, channeled The Real Housewives of Caprica Metropolis, and got cougariffic on a quondam student. Plainly, everyone can handle his or her liquor better than Ol' Nib Adama, Admiral Gakbar himself.
Adama and that corporate job he refused to accept remind me, of all things, of Commencement Blood. When John Rambo is crying that he used to be able to fly a gunship, drive a tank, exist in charge of one thousand thousand dollar equipment and hundreds of men'south lives and at present he tin't hold a job parking cars. Adama has been The Man, and here'south some pencil pusher asking if he's ever stolen cash from a annals.
(Favorite Moment #iii: Laura thanking Doc Cottle. This is a make-new one, right from the finale, but I was moved more by this elementary gesture — showing genuine appreciation for the man who did everything within his considerable medical powers to keep her alive for as long as he did — than I was by Laura's decease. I was a fleck like Cottle in that scene, trying my best to keep it together.)
In that location was something refreshingly old schoolhouse nearly the lead-up about the preparations for the final battle. Plans beingness made all over the ship, Adama saying that the firefight volition exist "like 2 former ships on the line, slugging it out at point bare range," installing Sam'south hybrid hot tub in the CIC, promoting Hoshi to Admiral and Lampkin to President — setting the armada's diplomacy in lodge. Red-striped Centurions marched on the flight deck, much like when they were marching on New Caprica. But now, they're on our side. Or we're on their side. Or in that location's a side, and nosotros're all on it.
And, finally, Adama "going effectually the horn," giving usa one final practiced look inside the ship he, like we, has come to love.
Adjacent: The Former Man leaves the Old Girl
(Favorite Moment #4: Presenting Laura with the Blackbird. Damnit, I still get chills thinking about information technology. How does Galactica's crew bear witness affection for and acceptance of their President? Past edifice the showtime ship since C-Day and naming information technology "Laura.")
Baltar manned up and stayed on Galactica, leaving his flock behind. ("They're all yours now, Paula. Bask them.") I'm puzzled past what's happened to Gaius Baltar. We'd been asked to invest and so much time in his religious conversion, his newfound sense of purpose. Nosotros've been shown he and his people being handed weapons, every bit if they'd be the armada'southward last line of defense against the Cylons running rampant among them. And all of that brutal by the wayside, simply because Baltar stepped up and agreed to proceed the rescue Hera mission. I mean, information technology's prissy that he's not a wuss, but that but feels like a story dead-end — like the whole Sagittarion fiasco — that Ronald D. Moore and Co. followed that didn't lead anywhere.
(Favorite Moment #v: Caprica Six snaps a baby's neck. While watching the miniseries, that was precisely when I said to myself, "Cocky, if this show is willing to kill a baby, and so all bets are off: Information technology tin do annihilation. We're watching the residuum of this affair, I don't care what you're doing on Friday night.")
I'yard but gonna popular this in verbatim. Considering this was the terminal fourth dimension nosotros'd watch William Adama lead men and women into battle. The concluding time we'd listen to him stir the soul: "This is the Admiral. Only so at that place'll be no misunderstandings later on. Galactica's seen a lot of history, gone through a lot of battles. This will be her last. She will not fail united states, if we do not neglect her. If we succeed in our mission, Galactica will bring the states abode. If we don't, it doesn't matter anyhow. Activeness stations!"
I don't care how yous've felt most the final few episodes, whether you found them illuminating, or tedious, or elegiac: You lot can't tell me that this firefight wasn't wondrous to behold. Galactica absorbing penalisation like Ali in the Rumble in the Jungle, Sam the super-hybrid shutting downwards the Colony'south slackers, Adama ordering "all alee flank speed" and ramming the olfactory organ of the old girl down the collective Cylon pharynx — this is what had been missing for me in the run-up to the finale. Spectacle. Valor. Stuff blowing upward real good.
(Favorite Moment #6: "Exodus, Part Two." With Adama unwilling to leave his people behind on New Caprica, he hatched a daring rescue program. In case information technology failed, he sent Lee — and the Battlestar Pegasus — off with the rest of the fleet for safety. As the Colonial insurgency fought it out with the Cylons on the basis, Galactica jumped into the godsdamned atmosphere, falling like a rock before it launched its vipers and jumped dorsum out. Crippled from the effort, Galactica is a sitting duck for the multiple Cylon baseships, bearing downwards on her. Only before all is lost, Pegasus rolled in to save the mean solar day. Never have CG ships moving through space been so frakking heroic.)
Adjacent: Galactica = Opera House
As Lee led his assault team out Galactica'due south snout, Helo and his raptor wranglers landed some other strike team, and they fanned out looking for Hera, running and gunning through the Colony. Lucky for them, Boomer decided to switch sides one concluding time. (And Simon paid the price.)
So at present Baltar and Caprica Six stood on the line, nervous, ready to repel borders. "I'thou proud of you," she told him. "I've always wanted to be proud of you lot." And and so the Head games got complicated…because Caprica and Baltar can see each other's Head people. Which doesn't brand any sense, but more on that subsequently.
A moving ridge of Centurions boarded Galactica, while Boomer found Helo and Sharon on the Colony and handed over Hera. "Tell the old man, I owed him one." And and so, equally Sharon plugged Boomer, nosotros flashed back to Adama giving a young, nigh-washout Boomer one terminal chance to go on her billet on Galactica. What goes around, comes around.
(Favorite Moment #7: Shooting Adama. Nosotros knew that Boomer was a Cylon, and we knew she was struggling with the thing inside her that was forcing her to do bad things. But we weren't fifty-fifty close to prepared for her to walk into CIC and pop the Old Man in the chest. Hell of a way to cliffhang the first flavor.)
With the coil-haired package back in their possession, the assail teams returned to Galactica, just to find that they've gotta shoot their way to the CIC. When one of the Dorals fired a few rounds into Helo'southward 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, we got a resolution for the Opera House stuff. That everything those four people saw — Laura, Caprica 6, Baltar, and Sharon — would serve equally a kind of cerebral GPS to lead them to Hera, and then bring her precisely where she needed to exist (to become captured past Cavil). It all came together and it all made sense. I wonder how much of this was planned — if they knew mode back when they outset introduced the opera house sequence two seasons ago that this was how information technology would resolve. If they did…that's crawly.
Why does Baltar become to make the large spoken communication that saves Hera? "I encounter angels. Angels in this very room. Now I may be mad, merely that doesn't hateful that I'chiliad not correct." Why not whatever number of people standing there who might have something to add to the conversation? And why didn't someone shoot Cavil in the skull while he was distracted by Gaius' blathering?
NEXT: The showtime of the endings
(Favorite Moment #eight: One Year Afterwards. Gaius Baltar assumed the role of President of the Colonies, and he fabricated his offset social club of concern 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. When he raised it again, we were already a year into life on New Caprica, with President Baltar surrounded past harlots and hopped up 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 more, if Cavil would call off the attack and return Hera. Also bad the only way for the V to laissez passer on that info was to join in some goopy listen meld that allowed them to share each other'south memories. And the infinitesimal Tory's niggling "I killed Cally" surreptitious wasn't a surreptitious anymore, Tyrol totally lost his cool, snapped her cervix similar a twig, and inadvertently started another firefight…ane which ends with Cavil expressionless, the Colony crippled, and Kara jumping Galactica to safety past 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 just the right time, and every missile striking the Colony.)
Galactica reappeared, having used her very terminal jump to go clear of the Colony, merely she was bucking like a bronco, buckling like a tin can. It was a Battlestar that looked like a toy that'd been played with too much. And and then we got to Earth. Or, at least, the planet we know as Earth…which isn't the existent 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 slow-burn awesome, but the first episode out of the gate — which had the Cylons pouncing on the fleet every 33 minutes — established it'south lived-in grizzliness with speed and economy.)
From hither on out, "Daybreak" was just a series of endings. For me, some of them worked very well: the Centurions getting the baseship, Sam piloting Galactica and the fleet into the lord's day (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 be a Scottish highlander, Adama and Starbuck'due south final exchange:
"Whaddya hear, Starbuck?"
"Nothing just the rain."
"Well grab your gun and bring in the cat."
And Laura's death could've been some kind of histrionic, melodramatic affair…but it was handled with form and grace. (And the flashback to her all sexy in her lingerie, kicking her cub to the adjourn and deciding to get into the political game, was a squeamish bookend.) With her demise came the dissolution of BSG's first family unit. I don't understand why Beak Adama was never going to see his son over again. Why did Laura's decease have to transport 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'south nil 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. Information technology was defined past a very real holocaust and the harsh realities of a globe lost, of shattered hope, that gave the evidence its shape. For characters to dice, and come back from the dead, and vanish into sparse air…feels similar a betrayal of that fundamental premise. Is she an angel, as Baltar would claim? A commonage figment of everyone'southward imagination? I know that Ron Moore has said that Kara is whatsoever we want her to be. I want her to brand sense. (And who, exactly, was Kara the Straw of Expiry for? The Cylons? Not for the humans, clearly.) Drunk on Caprica with Lee, she revealed that her greatest fearfulness was of not being remembered. Of beingness forgotten. No chance of that, to be sure. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace will remain one of the great mod television characters. I but wish that her ending honored her.
(Favorite Moment #ten: Kara Thrace, with her guns dorsum on. Felix Gaeta stirred upwards 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 practice this all mean solar day." Amen, sister.)
Finally, 150,000 years subsequently. In New York City. Head Baltar and Caput Vi peer over the shoulder of Ronald D. Moore himself (Angels? Devils?) every bit he read about the discovery of mitochondrial Eve, the woman to whom all of humanity can be traced. Hera. You know, of all the endings this episode had, the NYC ane was my least favorite. Why hammer the point and then friggin' hard? We get it. We're doing the very same thing the Colonies did, inventing artificial intelligence, letting engineering run away from united states of america. Nosotros would've gotten that without the CNBC reports of cutesy robots. The minute we saw the outline of Africa from infinite, 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 catastrophe Battlestar Galactica. It must be a simultaneously hard and joyous thing, making your manner to the end of such a storytelling journey. Do I wish I'd gotten more answers? Sure. While not as reliant upon mystery and riddles as Lost, Battlestar Galactica had its share of lore, of arcana, of threads that seemed to exist attached 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 Programme promises to deliver more) — just there are even so some that nag.
Only some questions get answered, and some just lead to other questions. Such is life, such is Battlestar Galactica.
Information technology's hard to summarize 4 years of a television show. It just is. Information technology'due south hard to take in more than 80 hours of television receiver and make any kind of real judgment about it. There's just 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 upward on scientific discipline fiction and watched as Hollywood slowly articulatio genus-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 squad accept rekindled my love for the genre. They've shown me that passion, dedication, and talent, all in service of a man with a vision, tin can piece of work wonders.
To infringe from the original Big Willie, Battlestar Galactica was a idiot box evidence; take it for all in all, I shall non look upon its like over again.
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