Battlestar Galactica: Final Impressions

I watched the final episode on my day off on Saturday, with some snacks and my door locked and my phone off.  It was the end of a mission that I began working on months ago, one disk at a time.  Some times twice a week, but mostly, I went through the series with a sort of lazy glee.  It was like knowing that you have a full container of ice cream in the freezer, and knowing that you can have a little happiness at the end of the day.  It is also like knowing that a girlfriend is going to leave you after the semester is over, and you guys are just together because, well, a break-up would be annoying right now.


Battlestar Galactica is the most interesting and ambitious Science Fiction show that I’ve ever seen, and I loved it.  However!  The ending of the show?  Do you want to start with that?  Let’s dial it back a few steps and explain some things.  Follow me.  

Battlestar Galactica is a show about God.  Let’s just put it out there.  The show is about faith, fate, and destiny.  And we also have spaceships, guns, robots and lots and lots of sex.  I mean a ton of sex.  Can the show have more sex in it?  Seriously?  It starts with the Colonies, 12 human colonies that created a robot/slave race called Cylons.  Cylons are robots, and they do stuff for us.  And, of course, they rebel.  And there is a huge war.  And then there is a treaty and the Cylons go away for Forty years.  Then, they come back in human form and kill all of humanity except 50,000 of humans, who form a fleet and search the universe for the secret, maybe colony called Earth.

It is way, way more complicated than that, of course.  There are 12 Cylon models and we are teased about their identities up until the last season.  There are other relationships between crewmembers on the Galactica.  You’ve got Starbuck who is in love with Apollo.  Or is Apollo in love with Starbuck?  And Boomer is a Cylon, the same model Cylon as Athena, who falls in love with Helo and they have a half human/half Cylon baby.  And the President of the Colonies has cancer and a dying leader will understand the Opera house and Kara Thrace is the Harbinger of Death and she’ll lead them all to their end and the Final Five have been to Earth and know where it is and blah blah blah.  It would make absolutely no sense if you haven’t seen the show.  The complex story threads bend and move like wheat in the wind.

But for people who followed the show, there was this hope, Nay, we had faith that the ending of the story was going to not only make sense, but answer some of the major problems in our lives.  And it did, sort of.  You want to know why all these insane things were happening over four seasons?  Because it was God’s will.  I’m serious.  Das Ex Machina. God in the Machine. I’m not going to completely ruin the story for you, but God not only was the overall point man in the whole series, but He was the reason why everything ended up the way they did.  Angels?  Sure.  Fate?  Yep.  A destiny?  You got it.  It is all in there.

Looking at the series as a whole, I can’t think of a better way to end it, though.  It makes complete logical sense.  Yeah, I know.  I know!  You shouldn’t let a Deity solve all the problems you create in a Narrative.  The characters are suppose to fix their own problems, and the writers are suppose to design the manuscript or novel or whatever in a way that the characters can solve them and that the solving of the problem creates an emotional pay off and a realization in the main character and the reader.  Or something like that.  But, I mean, Battlestar Galactica gave us that.  It just gave us that in a way that some of us might not be used to.  If you believe in the Divine, this not only makes sense, but it is completely logical. Of course God has a plan for the remnants of humanity.  Of course.  And, of course we don’t understand it.  Of course it is going to be complicated.  For those not of the faith, it might be a bit hard to shallow.  Or impossible to shallow.  This has happened before and it will happen again.  They are thinking about making a Battlestar Galactica movie. With Bryan Singer.  Really.  And I’ll watch that, too, because I’m a Battlestar Galactica fan.

Oh, and hey, guys.  Four seasons.  Tons of characters.  Not one black human made it to Earth?  Really?