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BattleStar Galatica Review...
Saw the new BSG last night and the overall quality of the series continues to amaze me. It is better than anything I've seen on Television mainstream, genre or otherwise. If a show is the sum of all it's parts, that is BSG. There are littel to no flaws here - the lighting, the make-up, the acting, the direction, the writing, the plot - all seem almost seamless to me. Yes, it is grim, but the topic at the moment is, there are other episodes that are far less grim.
It's odd to watch the new BSG and remember the old one - feels a bit like looking at two versions of myself, since I was at one time a diehard fan of both. I was 12/13 the first round. And the first BSG was a child's show, safe, warm, nuturing. Which reminds me of comment Wales made tonight about people being upset about losing a story thread they've committed to or a tv show.
"Life is tough, we need our pacifiers, we want something comforting, nurturing." Yes, I thought, but the world is cruel, you have no control over someone taking your pacifier from you - unless of course you create your own.
Then, well, they can't take it away from you, can they? Hence the reason I started telling myself stories long ago, whether or not I choose to share them...well. But that's a tangent - going back to the topic, the first BSG was innocent. The stories easy. Good overcame evil. Adama was a kind grandfatherly type played by Lorne Green, Apollo, a dutiful son who never strayed or rarely, Col. Tighe the loyal second in command backing Adama, no argument, and Starbuck a cute guy with a snarky comeback, smoking cigars and easy on the eyes. The new BSG is adulthood - gritty, tough, gray, the bad guys not clearly defined. The heros less so. Watching the new one, feels almost like leaving high school and entering college, or leaving college and entering the working life. There are no clear answers or easily wrapped stories. Each episode doesn't end with nice pat on the back. The episodes also are grim, the clothes dirty, the people bleed, and die - they don't rise again.
It's heart-breakingly real.
( Last night's BSG and the series in general, I rave about it, and discuss sections from the previous night's episode, vague non-plot oriented spoilers. )
It's odd to watch the new BSG and remember the old one - feels a bit like looking at two versions of myself, since I was at one time a diehard fan of both. I was 12/13 the first round. And the first BSG was a child's show, safe, warm, nuturing. Which reminds me of comment Wales made tonight about people being upset about losing a story thread they've committed to or a tv show.
"Life is tough, we need our pacifiers, we want something comforting, nurturing." Yes, I thought, but the world is cruel, you have no control over someone taking your pacifier from you - unless of course you create your own.
Then, well, they can't take it away from you, can they? Hence the reason I started telling myself stories long ago, whether or not I choose to share them...well. But that's a tangent - going back to the topic, the first BSG was innocent. The stories easy. Good overcame evil. Adama was a kind grandfatherly type played by Lorne Green, Apollo, a dutiful son who never strayed or rarely, Col. Tighe the loyal second in command backing Adama, no argument, and Starbuck a cute guy with a snarky comeback, smoking cigars and easy on the eyes. The new BSG is adulthood - gritty, tough, gray, the bad guys not clearly defined. The heros less so. Watching the new one, feels almost like leaving high school and entering college, or leaving college and entering the working life. There are no clear answers or easily wrapped stories. Each episode doesn't end with nice pat on the back. The episodes also are grim, the clothes dirty, the people bleed, and die - they don't rise again.
It's heart-breakingly real.
( Last night's BSG and the series in general, I rave about it, and discuss sections from the previous night's episode, vague non-plot oriented spoilers. )