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.


Stuart Crump, said...


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.