The first half of Daybreak, Part 2 was brilliant. Loved the resolution of the Opera House. Loved Chief strangling Tori. Loved the Centurian battles. Sweet! Loved Adama and Roslin throughout. Loved the flashbacks.
The second hour was horrible though, with a one real shining moment: Roslin's death. Edward James Olmos and Mary McDonnel are brilliant actors. Starbuck's disappearance, while it made no real sense, and they decided to assassinate what was left of her character in flashback (cheating on Zach--really?!), still wasn't completely awful either. I was okay with it, not thrilled, but okay.
The last ten minutes of the finale however was a nightmare from hell. Seriously. Can we be more artificially moralistic and obvious? It actually made me want to vomit. As though we couldn't figure out the primary themes of the show without having them explained to us as an Aesop's fable moral at the end. What happened?
I am going to pretend for my own sanity that this show ended when Starbuck jumped them to the planet. Everything after that, like the Street Fighter Live Action movie did not exist. This includes Lee's idiotic idea to have a bunch of people who are used to a high tech society to somehow rough it with no resources on a planet where they have no idea what's really there and then drive the fleet (their only means of possible support ever) into the sun--absolute, pure idiocy, and the fact that everyone followed him shows that they all deserved to die. This was exacerbated by the fact that they decided to spread everyone around the planet, so society was even more doomed to fail. And the fact that "God" somehow made it so we could interbreed with the natives (I thought EJO was going to faint if faced with an alien--what happened?). Totally lame.
There was only one saving grace of that last hour. Roslin's death was handled beautifully.
BSG was a brilliant show that I will truly miss. We cannot judge it by the last 71 minutes. Even so, I wish it hadn't gone out like this.