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Jan. 22nd, 2007 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenI am so glad that Battlestar Galactica's mid-season premiere didn't feature my preferred plot line of having everyone killed. Because I want to save that plot line to be played out in the next episode.
Seriously? This new episode was decent, kept the melodrama to a minimum as best it was able, and then ruined that utterly by having a preview for the next episode that looks even worse than the one I saw in December that made me scream "NUKE THE PLANET!" for a month. La la la, following the plot, baited breath, oooh stuff! Aaaaaaand preview? OH NOES! UNPLANNED MELODRAMA! ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! (I sound like Kat!)
No, really? Kill my favorite character. Kill Lee. Kill Dee. Kill Anders--actually, wait, don't kill him. Well, okay, kill him if you have to, but fix this. You know why Battlestar Galactica is awesome? I'll give you a hint: it's not because of who what person sleeps with or doesn't sleep with and whether that makes them feel bad. If you want soap opera and sex, buy into premium channels and watch Rome (which I also caught at home--still sinfully wonderful). If you want fine acting, damnably hard-to-solve puzzles of morality, questions about the nature of God, life, the universe, and everything, you should be able to get that from Battlestar Galactica.
Hey...hey, remember when sex on this show was kinda funny? Like Cally rolling her eyes at the Chief and Boomer's oh-so-obvious "Let's go into the closet together to argue! It will be more fun that way!" playing around. Like Kara catching Gaius' hand filling in for the vagina of his dreams? Hell, even Athena and Helo griping at each other about baby names and such. Ellen Tigh! That's what it is! They got rid of Ellen Tigh, and suddenly there was no such thing as happy, silly sexual people. Only broken, broken sexual people. Baltar in a Cylon threesome. 'Nuff said.
Seriously? This new episode was decent, kept the melodrama to a minimum as best it was able, and then ruined that utterly by having a preview for the next episode that looks even worse than the one I saw in December that made me scream "NUKE THE PLANET!" for a month. La la la, following the plot, baited breath, oooh stuff! Aaaaaaand preview? OH NOES! UNPLANNED MELODRAMA! ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! (I sound like Kat!)
No, really? Kill my favorite character. Kill Lee. Kill Dee. Kill Anders--actually, wait, don't kill him. Well, okay, kill him if you have to, but fix this. You know why Battlestar Galactica is awesome? I'll give you a hint: it's not because of who what person sleeps with or doesn't sleep with and whether that makes them feel bad. If you want soap opera and sex, buy into premium channels and watch Rome (which I also caught at home--still sinfully wonderful). If you want fine acting, damnably hard-to-solve puzzles of morality, questions about the nature of God, life, the universe, and everything, you should be able to get that from Battlestar Galactica.
Hey...hey, remember when sex on this show was kinda funny? Like Cally rolling her eyes at the Chief and Boomer's oh-so-obvious "Let's go into the closet together to argue! It will be more fun that way!" playing around. Like Kara catching Gaius' hand filling in for the vagina of his dreams? Hell, even Athena and Helo griping at each other about baby names and such. Ellen Tigh! That's what it is! They got rid of Ellen Tigh, and suddenly there was no such thing as happy, silly sexual people. Only broken, broken sexual people. Baltar in a Cylon threesome. 'Nuff said.
