nothing but the rain
Um. Guys?
I REALLY DIDN'T LIKE IT.
Save for the last 30 minutes - hell, THE LAST SCENE EVEN, I would have been all right. AND YET. I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW MUCH I HATED THAT GOD DAMNED LAST SCENE.
Could this be because I wagered a tequila shot with my own gods damn mother that the last 30-odd minutes weren't real - that it was, I don't know, a fever dream of some sort, a what-if situation that corrects itself by the final scene jumping back to Caprica and Baltar walking into ~CIC that is the opera house~ and everything fading to white/black, and thus I had to pay the piper? PERHAPS. (Guys. When Helo was alive, I was all, "FUCK THIS I HAVE WON, CLEARLY HE WAS DEAD" - but, uh, not so much? UGH. I AM SO DISAPPOINTED. MY VERSION WAS WAY BETTER.)
Um.
Yeah.
Not going to lie: SOBBED LIKE A BABY AT THE LAST TWO SPACE MOM AND SPACE DAD SCENES. Mom's death scene? Out of Africa, motherfuckers. LAURA ROSLIN IS MERYL STREEP, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
Ugh.
RON MOORE, YOUR FACE IN MY TV SCREEN DID THIS.
I will have coherent rage tomorrow. Or - Monday, actually, since this weekend is actually lost to belated St. Patrick's Day in Bayonne. So, basically, I'LL LET Y'ALL FILL IN FOR ME. I AM DONE.
:(, SHOW. EPIC :((((((((((
edit: I WILL ENGAGE IN COHERENCY NOW. Okay. I had come to grips with the fact that my show wouldn't give me answers 100%. Unlike Lost, I thought I didn't care, so long as it wrapped up ~satisfactorily~. I didn't really care if we didn't get a reason why there was ~a God~ or people shared visions, or things of this nature. FRANKLY, I THOUGHT THAT I DID NOT CARE ABOUT SUCH DETAILS. Uh? Now I care.
You broke the 4th wall, Ron Moore. You broke the 4th wall in the final scene by flashing to the future - our future - and saying, "LOL NOW BE CAREFUL, DON'T BE CYLONS," thus dragging BSG back into the dregs of ordinary science fiction. You took content that existed in a post-Star Trek world (current events + a moral + aliens = plot), and made them exist without a knowing nod to the audience at hand. You know, THE THING THAT MADE ME LOVE YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE. That end? Had an audience in mind. THANKS. THANKS A LOT.
edit 2: VIA IMPORTANT TELEPHONE CONFERENCE, fizzawrites AND MYSELF HAVE DECIDED THAT THE LAST SCENE IS THE MORAL EQUIVALENT OF MULDER-LESS X-FILES OR ALL THE SEASONS OF WIRE IN THE BLOOD WITHOUT CAROL JORDAN: ~HANDWAVED AWAY~.
I REALLY DIDN'T LIKE IT.
Save for the last 30 minutes - hell, THE LAST SCENE EVEN, I would have been all right. AND YET. I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW MUCH I HATED THAT GOD DAMNED LAST SCENE.
Could this be because I wagered a tequila shot with my own gods damn mother that the last 30-odd minutes weren't real - that it was, I don't know, a fever dream of some sort, a what-if situation that corrects itself by the final scene jumping back to Caprica and Baltar walking into ~CIC that is the opera house~ and everything fading to white/black, and thus I had to pay the piper? PERHAPS. (Guys. When Helo was alive, I was all, "FUCK THIS I HAVE WON, CLEARLY HE WAS DEAD" - but, uh, not so much? UGH. I AM SO DISAPPOINTED. MY VERSION WAS WAY BETTER.)
Um.
Yeah.
Not going to lie: SOBBED LIKE A BABY AT THE LAST TWO SPACE MOM AND SPACE DAD SCENES. Mom's death scene? Out of Africa, motherfuckers. LAURA ROSLIN IS MERYL STREEP, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
Ugh.
RON MOORE, YOUR FACE IN MY TV SCREEN DID THIS.
I will have coherent rage tomorrow. Or - Monday, actually, since this weekend is actually lost to belated St. Patrick's Day in Bayonne. So, basically, I'LL LET Y'ALL FILL IN FOR ME. I AM DONE.
:(, SHOW. EPIC :((((((((((
edit: I WILL ENGAGE IN COHERENCY NOW. Okay. I had come to grips with the fact that my show wouldn't give me answers 100%. Unlike Lost, I thought I didn't care, so long as it wrapped up ~satisfactorily~. I didn't really care if we didn't get a reason why there was ~a God~ or people shared visions, or things of this nature. FRANKLY, I THOUGHT THAT I DID NOT CARE ABOUT SUCH DETAILS. Uh? Now I care.
You broke the 4th wall, Ron Moore. You broke the 4th wall in the final scene by flashing to the future - our future - and saying, "LOL NOW BE CAREFUL, DON'T BE CYLONS," thus dragging BSG back into the dregs of ordinary science fiction. You took content that existed in a post-Star Trek world (current events + a moral + aliens = plot), and made them exist without a knowing nod to the audience at hand. You know, THE THING THAT MADE ME LOVE YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE. That end? Had an audience in mind. THANKS. THANKS A LOT.
edit 2: VIA IMPORTANT TELEPHONE CONFERENCE, fizzawrites AND MYSELF HAVE DECIDED THAT THE LAST SCENE IS THE MORAL EQUIVALENT OF MULDER-LESS X-FILES OR ALL THE SEASONS OF WIRE IN THE BLOOD WITHOUT CAROL JORDAN: ~HANDWAVED AWAY~.