October 23rd, 2006
Or nothing.
Friday’s episode of Battlestar Galactica was Emmy material. There has never been anything like it on TV.
I’m not trying to be a dork here. I’m saying this as a writer. The Battlestar writing team has crossed so many lines since this season started, created so much heart-wrenching imagery. There were two points in this past Friday’s episode where I nearly cried, four where I screamed at the characters and events, two where my mouth hung agape in denial, and two where I threw my hands up and cheered. You never get pathos like that in television. Battlestar Galactica deserves more than to be merely enjoyed, or to win a stupid trophy; the show and its writers deserve respect. They have certainly earned mine as of this week, and I dare say it shall be unwavering.
I won’t talk about what story point provoked what outburst. The show needs to be watched. I do not even chance the thought of spoiling.
I think I’ll change things up this week and not talk much about the comic. It’s over there. It has words and pictures. Burrito Boy is in it. So’s Taco Man.
CURRENT MOOD: Pagoda
