Dear Ronald D Moore,
Fuck you. Fuck you for teabagging me in the face for 180 seconds of heavy handed description of "Robots are baaaad". I get it. I got the message back in 2003 when you started your re-imagining of the series. It was brilliant. It was action packed. Sure, some of the exposition episodes seemed kind of tacked on and dull at times. Whether or not you wrote those because your sfx budget limited how much "kablooey" you could put into each season didn't matter because at least you put something into each episode that furthered the plot line or deepened the BSG Universe as a whole.
But we got the message. Robots are bad.
The episode last night was fucking glorious. It was epic. It had almost every single thing that needed to be explained explained. The space battle was indeed worth the whole wait for this second half of the season. I was on the edge of my couch the entire time. Watching the red-sashed cylons working in full cooperation with the human military made the hair on the back of my neck stand up in awesomeness. The fully explained Opera House sequence that has been there since season one was beautifully done and it was perfect. Baltars redemption came full circle. Six's line of "I just needed to be proud of you, that was the missing piece." was perfect.
I don't feel like I need to write a full review of the episode (including the little plot holes that I could forgive, simply because I understood the need of story flow and timing) because everyone I know that watches the show was watching last night, and everyone else that doesn't watch the show didn't. But you neatly wrapped up every little necessary detail (except Starbuck and the "Head" characters .... asshole). I said last night that the perfect spot to throw up the end credits and music was right after the camera pulled back from the Admiral building his cottage, and I stand by that to this moment.
But you continued.
The "150,000 years later" shot was forgivable. Having Hera as being the "Mitochondrial Eve" was an interesting concept, and I remember smiling about it. And having the shot of you at a newsstand reading the article about her being discovered as the Mitochondrial Eve was forgivable and cool as well. After putting forth such a fantastic series I could say it was an allowable and a well deserved ego stroke moment. If you had just simply had yourself kind of look to the sky and look like you "had an idea" and put the magazine into a laptop bag with your production companies name on it and walked off into the city with a crane shot pulling away and fading to black you could have rescued the entire scene and not have to deal with the vitriol from all of your loyal viewers.
But no. You had to go ahead and place your fucking balls on everyone's forehead. You had to break out Head Six and Head Baltar walking around spouting bullshit about "Oh, this is gods plan" and "Oh he doesn't like that name" and carry on to show shots of how "robots are evolving on earth" and "will the cycle ever be broken" just to say that not only "robots are baaaaaad" but that everything that the crew of Galactica did over their journey and torture and pain and loss in their attempt to save the human race, to defy the odds one more time, to achieve the unachievable ... you had to rip that away from them.
For that, Mr R. D. Moore .... fuck you.
But we got the message. Robots are bad.
The episode last night was fucking glorious. It was epic. It had almost every single thing that needed to be explained explained. The space battle was indeed worth the whole wait for this second half of the season. I was on the edge of my couch the entire time. Watching the red-sashed cylons working in full cooperation with the human military made the hair on the back of my neck stand up in awesomeness. The fully explained Opera House sequence that has been there since season one was beautifully done and it was perfect. Baltars redemption came full circle. Six's line of "I just needed to be proud of you, that was the missing piece." was perfect.
I don't feel like I need to write a full review of the episode (including the little plot holes that I could forgive, simply because I understood the need of story flow and timing) because everyone I know that watches the show was watching last night, and everyone else that doesn't watch the show didn't. But you neatly wrapped up every little necessary detail (except Starbuck and the "Head" characters .... asshole). I said last night that the perfect spot to throw up the end credits and music was right after the camera pulled back from the Admiral building his cottage, and I stand by that to this moment.
But you continued.
The "150,000 years later" shot was forgivable. Having Hera as being the "Mitochondrial Eve" was an interesting concept, and I remember smiling about it. And having the shot of you at a newsstand reading the article about her being discovered as the Mitochondrial Eve was forgivable and cool as well. After putting forth such a fantastic series I could say it was an allowable and a well deserved ego stroke moment. If you had just simply had yourself kind of look to the sky and look like you "had an idea" and put the magazine into a laptop bag with your production companies name on it and walked off into the city with a crane shot pulling away and fading to black you could have rescued the entire scene and not have to deal with the vitriol from all of your loyal viewers.
But no. You had to go ahead and place your fucking balls on everyone's forehead. You had to break out Head Six and Head Baltar walking around spouting bullshit about "Oh, this is gods plan" and "Oh he doesn't like that name" and carry on to show shots of how "robots are evolving on earth" and "will the cycle ever be broken" just to say that not only "robots are baaaaaad" but that everything that the crew of Galactica did over their journey and torture and pain and loss in their attempt to save the human race, to defy the odds one more time, to achieve the unachievable ... you had to rip that away from them.
For that, Mr R. D. Moore .... fuck you.