All of This Has Happened Before
'Battlestar Galactica' recap: All this has happened before, and all this will happen once again
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…a rag-tag armada comprised of the survivors of a genocidal holocaust — and, somewhen, those who caused that holocaust — searched for the metaphorical mutual basis upon which they could build a future, as well as a literal ground where they could institute the foundations for a better tomorrow.
Through it all, through tragedy and triumph, decease and dishonor, torture and titillation, President Laura Roslin, Admiral William Adama, and the fleet they've watched over every bit humbled parents and guiding lights accept endured.
And now, here we are, at the end of days.
As sad as we all might be 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 ending. On that, I think we all can agree. Equally wonderful as it has been, lo these past four years, I don't retrieve any of us wanted this show that we love to acquit on ad infinitum, eventually succumbing to that which plagues every testify that overstays its welcome: irrelevance. Specially since, for BSG, relevance is the money of the realm.
Then the only existent question is: How did Battlestar Galactica end? With a bang, a whimper, a trivial bit of both? Equally gloriously somber every bit Robin of Locksley blindly firing an arrow into the Sherwood depths to marking his burial 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 probable feel cheated; that the answers they felt were owed them were left woefully unresolved. Others will bask 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 minute.
I thing I think we tin all agree on, though: This is exactly the way that Ronald D. Moore wanted his prove to end. And, as such, I accept the utmost respect for his accomplishment. In telly, few get to tell their story their manner and end it on their terms. For that, I think we should all go exterior and spill half our drinks on the sidewalk. Out of respect.
Out of that aforementioned respect, I'm gonna pepper this, about likely the last fourth dimension I'll get to write about Battlestar Galactica, with my 10 favorite BSG moments. Some are whole episodes, some are mere flicks of the wrist…just they all speak to why I beloved this bear witness, even with its flaws, so damned much. And, given that I'm as well recapping a two-hour episode, nosotros're gonna be here a while. The smoking lamp is out, and the scotch is Talisker. Want some? Get your own. Here nosotros go.
NEXT: Caprica before the fall
The key to "Daylight" is realizing that, sometimes, questions don't get answered. If y'all can swing with that, then what this series finale offers (and doesn't offering) will sit down perfectly well.
We opened dorsum on Caprica, Earlier the Autumn. And so far, Caprica seems to consist of humble abodes, parks, and strip joints. I know that Adama and Tigh are men'due south men, but 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 and then tender, so sweet, so heartbreaking to lookout the one-eyed Saul Tigh poisonous substance his own wife because she was collaborating with the Cylons — using everything at her disposal, including her torso and secret rebel plans, to purchase her husband'southward liberty from toaster solitude.)
Lee was as convinced of his righteousness years agone as he is today. He sat down with a daughter he just met and lectured her nearly her duty to take function in the political system. And information technology's clear that there was always something between them. Beginning, it was Zak Adama. Then information technology was their jobs. After that, information technology was Baltar — recollect when Kara slept with him? — then Sam, then death, and finally…fate. (Information technology's also interesting that Bill and Lee weren't on speaking terms even before Zak died.)
(Favorite Moment #2: Lee and Kara, sleeping together. "I love Kara Thrace!" Poor Lee. Shouting it at the height of his lungs, naked as a jaybird, affluent with postal service-coital emotion, doesn't mean that what seems like the inevitable will last longer than a dusky New Caprica nighttime. The push-and-pull of destiny always kept them in each other'south orbit, fated never to land, and never to break away. Then she went and married Anders.)
Laura Roslin, meanwhile, channeled The Existent Housewives of Caprica City, and got cougariffic on a former pupil. Manifestly, everyone can handle his or her liquor better than Ol' Bill Adama, Admiral Gakbar himself.
Adama and that corporate task he refused to take remind me, of all things, of Beginning Blood. When John Rambo is crying that he used to be able to fly a gunship, drive a tank, be in charge of million dollar equipment and hundreds of men'due south lives and now he tin can't hold a job parking cars. Adama has been The Man, and here's some pencil pusher request if he'south always stolen greenbacks from a register.
(Favorite Moment #3: Laura thanking Doc Cottle. This is a make-new i, right from the finale, but I was moved more past this uncomplicated gesture — showing genuine appreciation for the man who did everything within his considerable medical powers to keep her alive for as long every bit he did — than I was past Laura'due south decease. I was a bit like Cottle in that scene, trying my best to keep information technology together.)
There was something refreshingly old school about the lead-upwards nearly the preparations for the final battle. Plans being made all over the ship, Adama maxim that the firefight will be "like two one-time ships on the line, slugging it out at point bare range," installing Sam's hybrid hot tub in the CIC, promoting Hoshi to Admiral and Lampkin to President — setting the fleet'southward affairs in order. Ruby-striped Centurions marched on the flying deck, much like when they were marching on New Caprica. But now, they're on our side. Or we're on their side. Or there's a side, and nosotros're all on it.
And, finally, Adama "going around the horn," giving u.s.a. one last good look inside the ship he, similar we, has come to love.
Side by side: The Erstwhile Human being leaves the Former Daughter
(Favorite Moment #iv: Presenting Laura with the Blackbird. Damnit, I still get chills thinking about it. How does Galactica's coiffure prove amore for and acceptance of their President? By building the outset send since C-Day and naming it "Laura.")
Baltar manned upward and stayed on Galactica, leaving his flock backside. ("They're all yours at present, Paula. Enjoy them.") I'm puzzled past what's happened to Gaius Baltar. We'd been asked to invest then 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 exist the fleet'southward concluding line of defence force against the Cylons running rampant amidst them. And all of that fell past the wayside, simply because Baltar stepped up and agreed to go along the rescue Hera mission. I mean, it'south squeamish that he's non a wuss, but that just feels similar a story expressionless-end — like the whole Sagittarion fiasco — that Ronald D. Moore and Co. followed that didn't pb anywhere.
(Favorite Moment #5: Caprica Six snaps a baby's neck. While watching the miniseries, that was precisely when I said to myself, "Self, if this show is willing to kill a baby, and then all bets are off: It can do anything. We're watching the rest of this affair, I don't care what you're doing on Fri nighttime.")
I'm only gonna pop this in verbatim. Because this was the last fourth dimension we'd watch William Adama pb men and women into battle. The last time we'd heed to him stir the soul: "This is the Admiral. Just and so there'll be no misunderstandings later. Galactica'due south seen a lot of history, gone through a lot of battles. This will be her last. She will not fail us, if we do not fail her. If we succeed in our mission, Galactica will bring the states home. If nosotros don't, it doesn't thing anyway. Action stations!"
I don't care how you've felt about the last few episodes, whether you found them illuminating, or dull, or elegiac: Y'all can't tell me that this firefight wasn't wondrous to behold. Galactica absorbing punishment like 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 olfactory organ of the old girl downwards the collective Cylon throat — this is what had been missing for me in the run-upwards to the finale. Spectacle. Valor. Stuff blowing up existent adept.
(Favorite Moment #six: "Exodus, Part II." With Adama unwilling to leave his people behind on New Caprica, he hatched a daring rescue programme. 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 ground, Galactica jumped into the godsdamned atmosphere, falling like a rock before it launched its vipers and jumped back out. Crippled from the try, Galactica is a sitting duck for the multiple Cylon baseships, bearing down on her. But before all is lost, Pegasus rolled in to relieve the mean solar day. Never have CG ships moving through space been so frakking heroic.)
Next: Galactica = Opera Firm
As Lee led his assault squad 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 one final time. (And Simon paid the cost.)
And so now Baltar and Caprica Half dozen stood on the line, nervous, set up to repel borders. "I'm proud of you," she told him. "I've always wanted to exist proud of yous." So the Caput games got complicated…because Caprica and Baltar can see each other'due south Head people. Which doesn't brand whatsoever sense, simply 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 old man, I owed him one." And then, every bit Sharon plugged Boomer, we flashed dorsum to Adama giving a young, near-washout Boomer 1 last run a risk to go on her billet on Galactica. What goes effectually, comes around.
(Favorite Moment #seven: Shooting Adama. We knew that Boomer was a Cylon, and we knew she was struggling with the thing within her that was forcing her to do bad things. Only 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 offset season.)
With the coil-haired package dorsum in their possession, the assail teams returned to Galactica, only to notice that they've gotta shoot their mode 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 will say that, at least, we got a resolution for the Opera House 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 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 back when they first introduced the opera business firm sequence two seasons ago 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 meet angels. Angels in this very room. Now I may be mad, merely that doesn't mean that I'm not right." Why non any number of people continuing in that location who might accept something to add to the conversation? And why didn't someone shoot Cavil in the skull while he was distracted by Gaius' babbling?
NEXT: The commencement of the endings
(Favorite Moment #8: One Year Afterwards. Gaius Baltar assumed the role of President of the Colonies, and he made his first order of business settling on the inhospitable New Caprica. As the weight of the part — and the detonation of a nuke in the fleet — settled in, Baltar rested his head on his desk. When he raised information technology 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 charm.)
Anyhow, a truce was called: the Five agreed to give the Cylons the Resurrection tech one time more, if Cavil would phone call off the set on and return Hera. Too bad the only way for the 5 to pass 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" undercover wasn't a secret anymore, Tyrol totally lost his absurd, 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 past tapping the "All Forth the Watchtower" music into the FTL drive. (We'll skip over the incredibly long odds of a raptor with a dead coiffure firing its missiles at simply the right time, and every missile hit the Colony.)
Galactica reappeared, having used her very concluding bound to go clear of the Colony, but she was bucking like a bronco, buckling like a tin tin can. Information technology was a Battlestar that looked like a toy that'd been played with as well much. And and then we got to Earth. Or, at to the lowest degree, the planet we know as Earth…which isn't the real Earth, only a lush prehistoric rock with all kinds of wildlife and Cro-Magnons walking the savannah.
(Favorite Moment #9: "33." The miniseries was its ain brand of slow-burn awesome, but the outset episode out of the gate — which had the Cylons pouncing on the fleet every 33 minutes — established it's lived-in grizzliness with speed and economy.)
From hither on out, "Daybreak" was simply 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 sunday (while the classic Battlestar Galactica theme crept in to Carry McCreary'south score), Adama taking his final viper flight off an abased flying deck, Tyrol heading off to be a Scottish highlander, Adama and Starbuck's final commutation:
"Whaddya hear, Starbuck?"
"Null 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 information technology was handled with course and grace. (And the flashback to her all sexy in her lingerie, kicking her cub to the curb and deciding to get into the political game, was a nice bookend.) With her demise came the dissolution of BSG's first family. I don't sympathize why Bill Adama was never going to see his son once more. Why did Laura's decease have to send him into a self-imposed exile? Why should he plow his back on Lee and Tigh and alive out his days lone, in the motel he'll build?
Side by side: Kara'due south surprising exit
Just 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 real. Information technology was defined by a very existent holocaust and the harsh realities of a world lost, of shattered hope, that gave the bear witness its shape. For characters to die, and come up back from the dead, and vanish into thin air…feels similar 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 brand 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 fear was of not being remembered. Of existence forgotten. No gamble of that, to be certain. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace volition remain one of the smashing mod television characters. I simply 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, 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 subsequently. In New York City. Caput 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 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' difficult? Nosotros get it. Nosotros're doing the very same matter the Colonies did, inventing artificial intelligence, letting technology run away from us. We would've gotten that without the CNBC reports of cutesy robots. The minute nosotros 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 fashion to the end of such a storytelling journeying. Practice I wish I'd gotten more than answers? Sure. While non every bit 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 stop of something larger. And nosotros got a lot of those answers — that Cylon episode earlier this flavor delivered the goods (and The Plan promises to evangelize more) — but there are still some that nag.
Only some questions get answered, and some just atomic number 82 to other questions. Such is life, such is Battlestar Galactica.
It'south hard to summarize 4 years of a television show. It just is. It'southward hard to take in more than 80 hours of television and make any kind of real judgment almost it. There'southward just so much to consider: the loftier 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 science fiction and watched equally Hollywood slowly knee joint-jerked and focus-grouped it into a shadow of its former cocky. Ron Moore, David Eick, their stellar writing staff, their multifaceted ensemble, and their nimble product squad 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, can piece of work wonders.
To borrow from the original Big Willie, Battlestar Galactica was a television show; take information technology for all in all, I shall not expect upon its similar once more.
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