So, TWOP put up Jacob's
recap today of 4.2, Six of One. Caprica Six! Starbuck! Madame Airlock! Cut, although it's not spoilery.
1) The new website format is annoying. Change makes me cranky. And they need to fix the page number thing at the bottom.
2) I usually find Jacob a little obtuse. I like thinky as much as the next girl but DANG. He even sucked the fun out of Dr. Who for me a couple of times.
3) I was in total harmony with him on this one. Full disclosure: I did a senior project on Antigone and the French update by Anouilh written during the Vichy regime. I may be a wee bit obsessed.
Starbuck as Antigone? Cavil and Roslin as Creon? Damn. Skippy. I know people kvetch about Starbuck but...I think they should shut it. I think Starbuck is incredibly well developed and Kara Thrace rocks my world. If she were real, I would do her laundry. And she would probably treat me like crap, but there it is. My admiration for her is based on the same admiration I have for Antigone: cajones. As Jacob pointed out, unbending is one of the translations of her name. So is anti-motherhood. I can't imagine why.
I also can't believe that Jacob didn't completely exploit the Anouilh version for everything it's worth: Invectives against collusion with an evil enemy! Ismene vs. Antigone in love and marriage! The best description of tragedy ever uttered by a Chorus!
"Creon was the most rational, the most persuasive of tyrants. But like all tyrants, he refused to distinguish between the things that are Caesar's and the things that are God's."
"And you are sure that that night, at the dance, when you came to the corner where I was sitting, there was no mistake? It was me you were looking for? It wasn't another girl? And that not in your secret heart of hearts, have you said to yourself that it was Ismene you ought to have asked to marry you?" ("Kara Thrace loves Lee Adama!")
"And now the spring is would up tight! It will uncoil of itself. That is what is so convenient in tragedy. The least little turn of the wrist will do the job. Anything will set it going: a glance at a girl who happens to be lifting her arm to her hair as you go by; a feeling when you wake up on a fine morning that you'd like a little respect paid to you today, as if it were as easy as to order as a second cup of coffee; one question too many, idly thrown out over a friendly drink--and the tragedy is on."
And file these under "Oh, Kara.":
"You are mistaken. I never doubted for an instant that you would have me put to death."
"I spit on your idea of happiness! I spit on your idea of life--that life must go on, come what may."
"When the wind blows cold, all they need to do is to press close against one another. I am all alone."
"It is over for Antigone. And now it is Creon's turn."
Moses never reached the Promised Land, but neither did the first generation of free Israelites.