Battelstar Galactica

Apr 21, 2008 00:45

Oh, fraking gods...

I caught the finale of Seson 3 on repeat and wondered again how they would write themselves out of the box they've put themselves in.

Okay, I'm watching.

But, oh, Cally.

The amazing loops of rationalization to be with Tyrol after he beat the crap out of her and, oh yeah, less than fifty thousand humans left, to be with him after all, and have a kid, and then have to leave New Caprica and go back on board that dirty and dingy ship, together, with a crying toddler, and then think he's having an affair.

Okay, that pegs the drama meter enough. And, I'm saying to myself, they're doing this for a reason.

Yep...then we see her finding out the truth about Tyrol.

And THEN we see her listening to Tyrol trying to apologize and be nice to her when she knows the truth and she's doing the whole head-spinning thing in her head.

Bzzzt. Okay, I need a whole new scale for that.

Poor Cally.

entertainment

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