Sunday, January 22, 2012

kara thrace and her special destiny

the bbc america reruns of battlestar galactica worm their way onto my dvr, and watching the show two or three at time late at night when i should be doing something more important, i am struck at just how goofy and badly-constructed the whole thing was.  they had some cool episodes during the first couple of seasons, and the military/submarine fetish was fun for a while, but since they started with no fucking idea what they were doing and their leader ronald d. moore was an empty-headed tool, the wheels came off the cart pretty quickly.  the third and fourth seasons were awful, like they had nothing to do with the first two; the final-five cylon plot was easily one of the dumbest ideas ever on cable--and i include sean hannity and eric bolling.  killing the characters of tigh and the chief by making them cylons--an idea so fucking asinine that you have to wonder who exactly decided to let moore and his band of merry jerkoffs anywhere near a basic-cable tv show--pretty much destroyed a show that had gained so much from the excellent work from actors whose only previous jobs had been on canadian soap operas.  it is true that they had painted themselves--in reality were lead by moore and his toadies--into a corner of stupidity by all of the inanities heaped up week after week by moore, and the rest of the staff probably did their best twist themselves silly to clean up his stupid shit, but it was more than hopeless.  they had no idea what to do with many of the main characters, especially lee adama, and none of the interesting ideas were ever fleshed out.  by the time starbuck disappeared and came back without any sort of explanation that made any sense at all, well, they were fucked.  the rest of the series was a sleep-walk and some amazing, joyful scenery-chewing by dean stockwell as the cavils--seriously, why would the 'final five' make a cylon older than they were as a son?  so fucking stupid.  anyway, there was a hope in blood and chrome for some bsg-fun without ronald d. moore and his ideas so vapid and insulting that even tim tebow would say they're dumb, but we will not be saved.  we will be tormented by the insultingly stupid bsg forever, or at least until bryan singer fucks it up on the silver screen.

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