All This Has Happened Before and All of It Will Happen Again
'Battlestar Galactica' recap: All this has happened before, and all this will happen again
A long time ago, in a milky way far, far away…a rag-tag fleet comprised of the survivors of a genocidal holocaust — and, somewhen, those who caused that holocaust — searched for the metaphorical common footing upon which they could build a futurity, as well as a literal basis where they could plant the foundations for a ameliorate tomorrow.
Through it 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 accept endured.
And now, hither nosotros are, at the stop of days.
As distressing as we all might exist that Battlestar Galactica has, for all intents and purposes, come to a close, we must also realize that its finale is a fundamentally crucial part of the experience. Every story needs an catastrophe. On that, I think nosotros all can hold. As wonderful as information technology has been, lo these past four years, I don't think any of u.s. wanted this testify that we love to behave on advertising infinitum, eventually succumbing to that which plagues every show that overstays its welcome: irrelevance. Especially since, for BSG, relevance is the money of the realm.
And so the only real question is: How did Battlestar Galactica cease? With a blindside, a whimper, a piddling bit of both? As 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? As hauntingly surreal every bit St. Elsewhere, revealed to be the intricate fever-dream of an autistic child?
Some volition probable feel cheated; that the answers they felt were owed them were left woefully unresolved. Others will enjoy 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 way that Ronald D. Moore wanted his bear witness to terminate. And, as such, I accept the utmost respect for his achievement. In goggle box, few get to tell their story their way and end it 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'chiliad gonna pepper this, most likely the last time I'll get to write almost Battlestar Galactica, with my 10 favorite BSG moments. Some are whole episodes, some are mere flicks of the wrist…but they all speak to why I love this show, even with its flaws, so damned much. And, given that I'm as well recapping a two-hour episode, we're gonna be here a while. The smoking lamp is out, and the scotch is Talisker. Desire some? Get your own. Here we get.
NEXT: Caprica before the autumn
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) will sit perfectly well.
We opened back on Caprica, Before the Fall. Then far, Caprica seems to consist of humble 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 nighttime forest and a bartender with a bow tie. Merely props to Ellen Tigh for rolling with the fellas: The family that plays together, stays together.
(Favorite Moment #one: Killing Ellen Tigh. It was and then tender, so sweet, so heartbreaking to sentry the one-eyed Saul Tigh poison his own wife considering she was collaborating with the Cylons — using everything at her disposal, including her body and secret insubordinate plans, to buy her husband's freedom from toaster solitude.)
Lee was equally convinced of his righteousness years ago every bit he is today. He sat down with a girl he just met and lectured her well-nigh her duty to take part in the political system. And it's clear that in that location was always something between them. Kickoff, it was Zak Adama. And so it was their jobs. Later that, it was Baltar — recollect when Kara slept with him? — then Sam, so decease, and finally…fate. (It'south likewise interesting that Bill and Lee weren't on speaking terms even earlier Zak died.)
(Favorite Moment #2: Lee and Kara, sleeping together. "I honey Kara Thrace!" Poor Lee. Shouting it at the superlative of his lungs, naked as a jaybird, flush with post-coital emotion, doesn't mean that what seems like the inevitable will last longer than a dusky New Caprica night. The push-and-pull of destiny always kept them in each other's orbit, fated never to land, and never to break abroad. Then she went and married Anders.)
Laura Roslin, meanwhile, channeled The Real Housewives of Caprica City, and got cougariffic on a former student. Evidently, anybody tin can handle his or her liquor meliorate than Ol' Bill Adama, Admiral Gakbar himself.
Adama and that corporate chore he refused to take remind me, of all things, of First 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 tin can't concord a job parking cars. Adama has been The Human, and here's some pencil pusher asking if he's always stolen cash from a register.
(Favorite Moment #three: Laura thanking Doctor Cottle. This is a make-new i, right from the finale, but I was moved more by this unproblematic gesture — showing genuine appreciation for the human who did everything inside his considerable medical powers to keep her live for equally long as he did — than I was by Laura's death. I was a bit like Cottle in that scene, trying my best to keep it together.)
In that location was something refreshingly erstwhile school about the lead-upwards about the preparations for the final battle. Plans being made all over the ship, Adama maxim that the firefight volition be "like ii onetime ships on the line, slugging it out at betoken blank range," installing Sam's hybrid hot tub in the CIC, promoting Hoshi to Admiral and Lampkin to President — setting the fleet's diplomacy in society. Red-striped Centurions marched on the flying deck, much like when they were marching on New Caprica. But now, they're on our side. Or nosotros're on their side. Or at that place's a side, and nosotros're all on it.
And, finally, Adama "going around the horn," giving u.s.a. one last good expect inside the transport he, similar we, has come to beloved.
NEXT: The Erstwhile Man leaves the Sometime Girl
(Favorite Moment #4: Presenting Laura with the Blackbird. Damnit, I nonetheless get chills thinking about it. How does Galactica's coiffure show amore for and acceptance of their President? By building the starting time ship since C-Day and naming it "Laura.")
Baltar manned up and stayed on Galactica, leaving his flock backside. ("They're all yours now, Paula. Relish them.") I'm puzzled by what's happened to Gaius Baltar. We'd been asked to invest so much time in his religious conversion, his newfound sense of purpose. Nosotros've been shown he and his people beingness handed weapons, every bit if they'd be the fleet's terminal line of defense force against the Cylons running rampant among them. And all of that fell by the wayside, merely because Baltar stepped upward and agreed to go on the rescue Hera mission. I mean, it'due south prissy that he's not a wuss, simply that simply feels like a story dead-cease — like the whole Sagittarion fiasco — that Ronald D. Moore and Co. followed that didn't lead anywhere.
(Favorite Moment #5: Caprica Six snaps a baby'due south cervix. 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: Information technology tin can do anything. We're watching the residual of this affair, I don't intendance what you lot're doing on Friday dark.")
I'm but gonna pop this in verbatim. Because this was the terminal time we'd watch William Adama pb men and women into battle. The final time we'd mind to him stir the soul: "This is the Admiral. But so there'll be no misunderstandings later. Galactica's seen a lot of history, gone through a lot of battles. This will be her final. She will not fail us, if nosotros practice not fail her. If we succeed in our mission, Galactica will bring united states abode. If nosotros don't, it doesn't affair anyway. Activity stations!"
I don't care how y'all've felt well-nigh the last few episodes, whether yous plant them illuminating, or wearisome, or elegiac: Y'all can't tell me that this firefight wasn't wondrous to behold. Galactica absorbing punishment similar Ali in the Rumble in the Jungle, Sam the super-hybrid shutting down the Colony's slackers, Adama ordering "all ahead flank speed" and ramming the nose of the one-time daughter down the collective Cylon pharynx — this is what had been missing for me in the run-up to the finale. Spectacle. Valor. Stuff bravado up real good.
(Favorite Moment #6: "Exodus, Part II." With Adama unwilling to leave his people backside on New Caprica, he hatched a daring rescue plan. In case information technology failed, he sent Lee — and the Battlestar Pegasus — off with the remainder of the fleet for safe. As the Colonial insurgency fought it out with the Cylons on the basis, Galactica jumped into the godsdamned atmosphere, falling similar a rock before information technology 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. But earlier all is lost, Pegasus rolled in to save the day. Never accept CG ships moving through space been and so frakking heroic.)
Side by side: Galactica = Opera Business firm
As Lee led his assault team out Galactica's 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 toll.)
So now Baltar and Caprica Six stood on the line, nervous, ready to repel borders. "I'm proud of you lot," she told him. "I've ever wanted to exist proud of y'all." And then the Caput games got complicated…because Caprica and Baltar can see each other's Head people. Which doesn't make any sense, simply more than on that later.
A moving ridge of Centurions boarded Galactica, while Boomer institute Helo and Sharon on the Colony and handed over Hera. "Tell the old homo, I owed him one." And so, as Sharon plugged Boomer, we flashed back to Adama giving a young, almost-washout Boomer one final chance to go on her billet on Galactica. What goes around, comes effectually.
(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. Simply we weren't even close to prepared for her to walk into CIC and pop the Old Man in the chest. Hell of a fashion to cliffhang the first 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 way to the CIC. When ane of the Dorals fired a few rounds into Helo'due south leg, Hera decided to run off. Later everything she'd been through, she chose that moment to run from her parents? I will say that, at to the lowest degree, we got a resolution for the Opera Firm stuff. That everything those four people saw — Laura, Caprica Six, Baltar, and Sharon — would serve as a kind of cognitive GPS to lead them to Hera, and then bring her precisely where she needed to be (to get captured by Cavil). It all came together and it all made sense. I wonder how much of this was planned — if they knew way dorsum when they get-go introduced the opera house sequence two seasons ago that this was how it would resolve. If they did…that's crawly.
Why does Baltar get to make the large voice communication that saves Hera? "I encounter angels. Angels in this very room. Now I may exist mad, but that doesn't hateful that I'm not correct." Why not any number of people continuing 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 beginning of the endings
(Favorite Moment #eight: One Year Afterwards. Gaius Baltar causeless the role of President of the Colonies, and he fabricated his commencement gild of business 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 similar a charm.)
Anyway, a truce was called: the Five agreed to give the Cylons the Resurrection tech again, if Cavil would call off the attack and return Hera. Too bad the only way for the V to pass on that info was to join in some goopy mind meld that allowed them to share each other'southward memories. And the minute Tory's little "I killed Cally" secret wasn't a secret anymore, Tyrol totally lost his cool, snapped her cervix similar a twig, and inadvertently started another firefight…one which ends with Cavil dead, the Colony crippled, and Kara jumping Galactica to safe 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 expressionless coiffure firing its missiles at merely the correct time, and every missile hitting the Colony.)
Galactica reappeared, having used her very last jump to get clear of the Colony, but she was bucking like a bronco, buckling like a tin tin. It was a Battlestar that looked similar a toy that'd been played with too much. And and so we got to Earth. Or, at least, the planet nosotros know as Globe…which isn't the real Globe, only 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 irksome-burn crawly, but the first episode out of the gate — which had the Cylons pouncing on the fleet every 33 minutes — established it'southward 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 fleet into the sunday (while the archetype Battlestar Galactica theme crept in to Bear McCreary'south score), Adama taking his concluding viper flight off an abandoned flight deck, Tyrol heading off to exist a Scottish highlander, Adama and Starbuck'south terminal exchange:
"Whaddya hear, Starbuck?"
"Null only the rain."
"Well grab your gun and bring in the cat."
And Laura'due south death could've been some kind of histrionic, melodramatic affair…but information technology was handled with course 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 get-go family. I don't understand why Bill Adama was never going to see his son again. Why did Laura's decease have to send him into a self-imposed exile? Why should he turn his back on Lee and Tigh and alive out his days lone, in the cabin he'll build?
NEXT: Kara'south surprising exit
Only that's zero compared to what happened with Kara Thrace. For all of its religious overtones and prophetical trappings, Battlestar Galactica has been a testify rooted in the real. It was defined by a very real holocaust and the harsh realities of a world lost, of shattered hope, that gave the evidence its shape. For characters to die, and come dorsum from the dead, and vanish into sparse air…feels like a betrayal of that fundamental premise. Is she an angel, as Baltar would claim? A collective figment of everyone'south imagination? I know that Ron Moore has said that Kara is whatever we want her to be. I want her to make sense. (And who, exactly, was Kara the Harbinger of Death for? The Cylons? Not for the humans, conspicuously.) Drunk on Caprica with Lee, she revealed that her greatest fearfulness was of non being remembered. Of existence forgotten. No run a risk of that, to exist sure. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace will remain ane of the smashing modern boob tube characters. I just wish that her ending honored her.
(Favorite Moment #x: Kara Thrace, with her guns back on. Felix Gaeta stirred up a hornets' nest with his mutiny, just in "The Oath" Starbuck shook off her soul-searching stupor, strapped on her pistolas, and started gunning down the offenders. "I tin do this all twenty-four hours." Amen, sister.)
Finally, 150,000 years afterward. In New York Urban center. Head Baltar and Head 6 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 one was my least favorite. Why hammer the point and then friggin' difficult? We get it. We're doing the very same thing the Colonies did, inventing artificial intelligence, letting engineering science run away from us. We would've gotten that without the CNBC reports of cutesy robots. The minute we saw the outline of Africa from space, nosotros 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 exist a simultaneously difficult and joyous thing, making your fashion to the stop 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 attached to the cease of something larger. And nosotros got a lot of those answers — that Cylon episode earlier this flavour delivered the goods (and The Plan promises to deliver more) — but there are still some that nag.
Just some questions get answered, and some just lead to other questions. Such is life, such is Battlestar Galactica.
It's hard to summarize iv years of a goggle box bear witness. Information technology just is. Information technology's difficult to take in more 80 hours of tv set and make whatever kind of existent judgment nearly information technology. There'due south 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 up on scientific discipline fiction and watched equally Hollywood slowly knee-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 accept rekindled my love for the genre. They've shown me that passion, dedication, and talent, all in service of a human being with a vision, can work wonders.
To borrow from the original Big Willie, Battlestar Galactica was a idiot box evidence; have it for all in all, I shall not look upon its like once more.
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