Saturday, March 21, 2009

Thoughts on the train wreck

Just saw the final episode of Battlestar Galactica. Sat through a good chunk in slack-jawed disbelief. I've seen a lot of bad TV in my time, but, well, wow. 

Leave aside the pop-psychobabble about "breaking the cycle" and "today is the first day of the rest of your life" (actually said, and delivered in an amazingly irony-free line reading).

Leave aside the decision by almost 40,000 people to settle a new planet without the use of technology — no farming equipment, no building equipment, no medical equipment (presumably nobody in the fleet was diabetic), not even facilities to build a new pair of eyeglasses if one breaks.

Leave aside the willingness by the same 40,000 people to abandon their culture — their poetry, their art, their religion, their identity as a people.

Leave aside the massive geological and genetic impossibilities.

Leave aside, even, the fact that the show tied up long-running mysteries by revealing that a) many of them were caused by angels, one of whom was b) a major character in the show all along.

Leave all that aside. Because that episode lost me when I realised ...

... it was ripping off the ending of The Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

2 comments:

Stuart Crump, said...

Er.

I'm sort of glad I've missed out on that show now.

Matthew David Surridge said...

Yeah, in the end it was pretty dire. Too bad; there was a lot of good craft in it from directors, actors, SFX technicians, and so on. Just not so much from writers and producers.