This Has All Happened Before and Shall Happen Again
'Battlestar Galactica' recap: All this has happened before, and all this will happen again
A long fourth dimension ago, 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 mutual ground upon which they could build a time to come, also as a literal ground where they could institute the foundations for a meliorate tomorrow.
Through it all, through tragedy and triumph, death 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 nosotros are, at the end of days.
Every bit sad every bit nosotros 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 tin agree. Equally wonderful as it has been, lo these by 4 years, I don't think any of us wanted this bear witness that we love to carry on ad 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.
So the merely real question is: How did Battlestar Galactica end? With a bang, a whimper, a little scrap of both? As gloriously somber as Robin of Locksley blindly firing an pointer into the Sherwood depths to mark his burial spot? As frustratingly perfect as The Sopranos' slam to blackness? As hauntingly surreal every bit St. Elsewhere, revealed to exist the intricate fever-dream of an autistic child?
Some volition likely 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 and less, of which we'll become to in a minute.
One thing I retrieve we tin all agree on, though: This is exactly the way that Ronald D. Moore wanted his show to stop. And, as such, I have the utmost respect for his achievement. In television set, few become to tell their story their way and end it on their terms. For that, I call up nosotros 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, nigh likely the final time 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…but they all speak to why I dear this show, fifty-fifty 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. Want some? Get your own. Here we become.
NEXT: Caprica before the fall
The key to "Daylight" is realizing that, sometimes, questions don't get answered. If you tin swing with that, and so what this series finale offers (and doesn't offer) will sit down 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, merely 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. Merely 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, then sweet, so heartbreaking to spotter the one-eyed Saul Tigh poison his ain wife considering she was collaborating with the Cylons — using everything at her disposal, including her body and secret rebel plans, to buy her husband's liberty from toaster confinement.)
Lee was as convinced of his righteousness years ago as he is today. He sat downwardly with a girl he just met and lectured her about her duty to have part in the political system. And it'due south clear that at that place was always something between them. Get-go, it was Zak Adama. Then it was their jobs. Afterward that, it was Baltar — remember when Kara slept with him? — then Sam, then death, and finally…fate. (It's also interesting that Pecker and Lee weren't on speaking terms even earlier Zak died.)
(Favorite Moment #ii: Lee and Kara, sleeping together. "I love Kara Thrace!" Poor Lee. Shouting it at the pinnacle of his lungs, naked as a jaybird, flush with post-coital emotion, doesn't mean that what seems like the inevitable volition last longer than a dusky New Caprica nighttime. The push-and-pull of destiny e'er kept them in each other'south orbit, fated never to land, and never to break abroad. And then she went and married Anders.)
Laura Roslin, meanwhile, channeled The Real Housewives of Caprica City, and got cougariffic on a former student. Apparently, anybody can handle his or her liquor meliorate than Ol' Pecker Adama, Admiral Gakbar himself.
Adama and that corporate job 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 can't concur a task parking cars. Adama has been The Man, and here'southward some pencil pusher asking if he's ever stolen greenbacks from a register.
(Favorite Moment #three: Laura thanking Physician Cottle. This is a brand-new i, correct from the finale, but I was moved more by this simple gesture — showing 18-carat appreciation for the man who did everything within his considerable medical powers to go along her alive for equally long as he did — than I was past 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 old school nigh the lead-up about the preparations for the last battle. Plans being fabricated all over the ship, Adama saying that the firefight will be "like two quondam ships on the line, slugging it out at point blank range," installing Sam's hybrid hot tub in the CIC, promoting Hoshi to Admiral and Lampkin to President — setting the fleet'south affairs in order. 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 nosotros're on their side. Or at that place's a side, and we're all on it.
And, finally, Adama "going around the horn," giving u.s.a. one concluding good look inside the ship he, like we, has come up to dearest.
Next: The Quondam Man leaves the Old Girl
(Favorite Moment #4: Presenting Laura with the Blackbird. Damnit, I still become chills thinking about it. How does Galactica's crew evidence affection for and acceptance of their President? By building the kickoff transport since C-Day and naming it "Laura.")
Baltar manned upwardly and stayed on Galactica, leaving his flock behind. ("They're all yours at present, Paula. Enjoy 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. We've been shown he and his people being handed weapons, as if they'd be the fleet's last line of defense against the Cylons running rampant among them. And all of that fell by the wayside, only considering Baltar stepped upwards and agreed to go on the rescue Hera mission. I mean, it's overnice that he's not a wuss, only that just feels similar 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 Half dozen snaps a baby'due south neck. 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: It can do anything. We're watching the rest of this affair, I don't care what yous're doing on Friday night.")
I'm just gonna pop this in verbatim. Because this was the last fourth dimension we'd spotter William Adama lead men and women into battle. The final fourth dimension nosotros'd mind to him stir the soul: "This is the Admiral. Just so there'll exist no misunderstandings later. Galactica's seen a lot of history, gone through a lot of battles. This will exist her last. She volition not neglect us, if we practice not fail her. If we succeed in our mission, Galactica volition bring us home. If we don't, information technology doesn't affair anyhow. Action stations!"
I don't care how you've felt about the final 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 penalization 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 downwardly the collective Cylon throat — 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, Office II." With Adama unwilling to get out his people behind on New Caprica, he hatched a daring rescue program. In instance information technology failed, he sent Lee — and the Battlestar Pegasus — off with the balance of the armada for safety. As the Colonial insurgency fought information technology out with the Cylons on the ground, Galactica jumped into the godsdamned atmosphere, falling like a stone before it launched its vipers and jumped back out. Crippled from the effort, Galactica is a sitting duck for the multiple Cylon baseships, bearing down on her. But earlier all is lost, Pegasus rolled in to save the twenty-four hour period. Never accept CG ships moving through space been so frakking heroic.)
NEXT: Galactica = Opera House
As Lee led his set on team 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 last time. (And Simon paid the price.)
Then now Baltar and Caprica Half-dozen stood on the line, nervous, ready to repel borders. "I'g proud of yous," she told him. "I've always wanted to exist proud of you lot." And and so the Caput games got complicated…because Caprica and Baltar can run across each other's Head people. Which doesn't make whatever 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 so, as Sharon plugged Boomer, nosotros flashed back to Adama giving a young, most-washout Boomer one last adventure to keep her billet on Galactica. What goes around, 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 practise bad things. Only we weren't even close to prepared for her to walk into CIC and pop the Quondam Human in the chest. Hell of a way to cliffhang the first flavour.)
With the whorl-haired package back in their possession, the assault teams returned to Galactica, but to find that they've gotta shoot their fashion to the CIC. When one of the Dorals fired a few rounds into Helo'due south 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 cerebral GPS to lead them to Hera, and so bring her precisely where she needed to exist (to get captured past Cavil). It all came together and it all made sense. I wonder how much of this was planned — if they knew fashion back when they first introduced the opera business firm sequence 2 seasons ago that this was how it would resolve. If they did…that'due south awesome.
Why does Baltar get to brand the large speech that saves Hera? "I see angels. Angels in this very room. At present I may be mad, but that doesn't mean that I'm not right." Why not any number of people standing at that place who might have something to add to the chat? And why didn't someone shoot Cavil in the skull while he was distracted by Gaius' babbling?
NEXT: The offset of the endings
(Favorite Moment #8: One Twelvemonth Afterwards. Gaius Baltar assumed the role of President of the Colonies, and he made his offset social club of business organization settling on the inhospitable New Caprica. Equally 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 once again, we were already a yr 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 chosen: the Five agreed to requite the Cylons the Resurrection tech once more, if Cavil would call off the assault and return Hera. Too bad the just mode for the Five to pass on that info was to join in some goopy listen meld that allowed them to share each other's memories. And the infinitesimal Tory's trivial "I killed Cally" hush-hush wasn't a secret anymore, Tyrol totally lost his cool, snapped her neck like a twig, and inadvertently started another firefight…ane which ends with Cavil expressionless, 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 coiffure firing its missiles at only the correct fourth dimension, and every missile hitting the Colony.)
Galactica reappeared, having used her very terminal jump to get clear of the Colony, but she was bucking like a bronco, buckling similar a tin tin can. It was a Battlestar that looked similar a toy that'd been played with likewise much. And so we got to Earth. Or, at to the lowest degree, the planet we know as World…which isn't the real Earth, just a lush prehistoric stone with all kinds of wildlife and Cro-Magnons walking the savannah.
(Favorite Moment #9: "33." The miniseries was its own make of slow-burn crawly, but the first episode out of the gate — which had the Cylons pouncing on the armada every 33 minutes — established it'south lived-in grizzliness with speed and economy.)
From here on out, "Daybreak" was but 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's 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?"
"Zilch but 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 grade 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 overnice bookend.) With her demise came the dissolution of BSG'south first family. I don't understand why Beak Adama was never going to run across his son once again. Why did Laura's expiry have to send him into a self-imposed exile? Why should he plough his back on Lee and Tigh and alive out his days alone, in the motel he'll build?
Next: Kara'due south surprising exit
Only that's nothing 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 existent holocaust and the harsh realities of a world lost, of shattered promise, that gave the prove its shape. For characters to die, and come up back from the dead, and vanish into thin air…feels like a expose of that key premise. Is she an angel, equally Baltar would merits? A collective figment of everyone'south imagination? I know that Ron Moore has said that Kara is whatever nosotros want her to be. I want her to make sense. (And who, exactly, was Kara the Harbinger of Expiry for? The Cylons? Not for the humans, clearly.) Drunk on Caprica with Lee, she revealed that her greatest fear was of not being remembered. Of being forgotten. No chance of that, to be sure. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace will remain one of the great modernistic television characters. I merely wish that her ending honored her.
(Favorite Moment #ten: 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 downwards the offenders. "I can practise this all day." Amen, sister.)
Finally, 150,000 years afterward. In New York City. Head 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 tin be traced. Hera. Yous know, of all the endings this episode had, the NYC i was my to the lowest degree favorite. Why hammer the point so friggin' hard? We get information technology. We're doing the very same thing the Colonies did, inventing bogus 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 terminate of such a storytelling journeying. Do I wish I'd gotten more than answers? Sure. While non as reliant upon mystery and riddles as Lost, Battlestar Galactica had its share of lore, of arcana, of threads that seemed to exist fastened to the cease of something larger. And we got a lot of those answers — that Cylon episode earlier this season delivered the goods (and The Program promises to deliver more) — but there are all the same some that nag.
But 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 four years of a goggle box show. It just is. Information technology's hard to take in more than 80 hours of tv and make any kind of existent judgment nigh it. At that place's but so much to consider: the high points and the depression, 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 as Hollywood slowly knee-jerked and focus-grouped it into a shadow of its onetime cocky. Ron Moore, David Eick, their stellar writing staff, their multifaceted ensemble, and their nimble production team have rekindled my love for the genre. They've shown me that passion, dedication, and talent, all in service of a man with a vision, can work wonders.
To borrow from the original Large Willie, Battlestar Galactica was a goggle box show; accept it for all in all, I shall not look upon its like again.
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