Be warned: my thoughts on this week’s episode consist almost entirely of “holy frack” and then random squealing noises aimed vaguely at the TV.
Quick takes: Oh, Adama. Oh, Roslin. Break my heart a little more, why don’t you? Here’s my one and only nitpick with either of them: Where did Roslin’s newfound religiosity go? Or is she just not speaking of it since it’s not relevant to the Earth quest anymore? She’s on the verge of death, why not more visions and such? Is her urging of assassination a sort of subtle version of that, where the whole world’s on fire anyway, burn it all down before she goes? I hadn’t seen it as such, but then the previews for next week gave me a major creep vibe.
Am I alone in not caring in the slightest who Lee fracks, Starbuck, Dualla, Helo, Gaeta, whatever, so long as we get to see it in loving detail with whatever Enya-inspired song Moore chooses?
Baltar’s back to irritating me, after a few eps of not doing so.
For all those who thought, when I wrote last week that Roslin should relieve Cain of command, that she’d never accept it, to clarify: I meant relieve her of command and throw her in the brig on Galactica, not relieve her of command and, you know, just sort of let her wander around. Roslin does have a security force, she could in fact do that. She didn’t have to go all Mutiny on the Pegasus on us.
And now, on to the rafts of Starbuck/Cain fanfiction being written as I type. Seriously, the scene between them, could the acting have gotten any better? What is WRONG WITH YOU, Emmy voters? The horror on Starbuck’s face, the almost-joy on Cain’s as they both moved their chess pieces around, that was epic, that there.
Starbuck’s speech at the funeral put a point on something I’ve been grasping at ever since we met Cain. And that’s that the horrible thing about Cain is that in many ways, she is correct. There’s nothing that came out of her mouth, nothing much, with which I disagreed. It’s all true, and it’s all WRONG.
That’s what so attractive about her. That’s what’s so seductive and wonderful: she’s more similar to Roslin, in lots of ways, than she is to Adama. Adama’s on a mission. Cain’s on a crusade, a quest, her head is full of things exploding and she’s more than happy to explode along with whatever’s in her way. Because if that’s the way she has to go out, that’s okay.
Death doesn’t scare Cain. Survival does. Crises are seductive as well: all the rules go out the window and all you have to think about is the next five minutes, the next nightmare, the next fire to put out. But once the crisis is over, you have to start living again, and Cain wasn’t ready to do that, which is why, when faced with the Galactica, I think in some ways she was happy to force a confrontation. She wanted Adama to bring it on, because that’s the life she understands, that’s the place where it all makes sense. The real world, with its finer points of Colonial law, that’s truly fearsome, truly strange. It’s like going underwater and not wanting to come back up for air.
And that’s why I rebelled so strongly when Starbuck said they were safer with her than without her. While I understand a hundred percent why Starbuck would say that, that’s who Starbuck is as well, it’s also why Starbuck shouldn’t be in charge. As long as she’s only getting herself killed, it’s all fun and games and crazy-ass stunts. When you’re making decisions for others you don’t have the luxury of those kinds of personal quests and private desires. Cain didn’t get that, Starbuck doesn’t get that. Adama does.
Which is why in the end I think he backed down. Shoot Cain and make her a martyr, prolong the state of crisis, keep everybody hopped up. Come to some kind of amicable solution, even if it’s an amicable solution that takes the shape of Cain being dishonorably discharged for ordering the torture of prisoner of war, and you can begin the horrible, horrible process of everyday living.