Jacob was so fantastic this week that you get two quotes, and spoilers for the ep, under the cut.
I am so violently opposed to this concept of “everybody screws up now and then,” it’s not even funny. What a nasty, masturbatory, self-aggrandizing, lazy, stupid sentiment. I’d rather not have the conversation at all, if that’s the only option, because at that point you’re defending the indefensible: I like the show enough to lie and say this wasn’t that bad. Who does that help? How does that induce transformation? How can you rise, when you give yourself the option of taking a nap? You fuck up, you learn, you try harder, you get better, you get stronger. You don’t lay down and go to sleep and close your eyes and shut down the conversation: you evolve.
Harsh and unforgiving and man, it must be tough in his house and his head, but also: YES.
I’m calling it: Chip Six and Chip Gaius are the same entity, and that entity is an angel of God. Caprica and Gaius (and Kara, and Three; and Cavil and William Adama; and Roslin and Felix Gaeta) are just the tools, pivots, chits it’s moving around, in order to break down the Fleet and the Cylons and bring back together what’s been torn apart. The angel was born in nuclear fire, in the first Exodus, in the billion burned and orphaned children of Gaius Baltar, in the rebellion and confusion and monstrous destruction the Cylons brought, and the day the Chips stop talking is the day that horror is undone. That’s the day we rest, and that’s the day all pawns become queens, and that’s the day we win. That’s Three, looking at the Final Five and seeing Kara’s gods and goddesses; that’s Sharon, skipping back and forth across the line, becoming a new woman every single time they put her in these horrible situations. Angel or demon, figment or whatever: this is how the world changes, every single day. This is how things become better. Everything that rises, every single thing, converges in heaven. You change the world by changing yourself, and you change yourself by stepping across the lines, as the angel begs you to do. That line of salt is human and Cylon history and tears, and nothing changes until we step across and hold each other. We erase that line with love and mercy and faith, until it never existed: that salt is the tears of a million children, caught in an hallucination that we’re different from each other. The lie that you’re alone. Become more Cylon or become more human, all the angel needs from you is this: to become more. To rise.
It’s a theme he hits on in his discussions of Farscape as well, and really most stories are about becoming who you are, and most writers are writing about that moment in their characters’ lives, when they figure out what ground it is they stand on. What makes you. What broke you. Why it’s the same thing.
Quick question: Who on this show is in the middle of a messy divorce? Because between last week’s ep and this, I’m beginning to think it’s all about how women is bitches what don’t understand the inner lives of men, and it’s pissing me off.
Cally almost dying doesn’t make me like her. Cally and the Chief almost dying doesn’t make me give a flying fuck about their marriage and their kid. I don’t know why I don’t care, and I feel vaguely bad about it, but I don’t. There are enough sitcoms out there about how hard marriage is, and how wives don’t let husbands do their jobs without whining about how they’re not home enough. And it’s not that there’s never truth to that argument, it’s that it’s the fight we all know about, and I’m bored with it, it’s like making jokes about how men can’t put the toilet seat down. I’m over it. Whatever. This show used to be about how gigantic muscled sports stars got pinned down in firefights with toasters and had to rely on girls to get them out of trouble. And robots. Teach me about that again.
Speaking of men and their stuff, an Adama episode! I loved the acknowledgment that while he and Lee have worked out some of their Bad Daddy issues, but that they’re not done, and I loved Lee poking holes in the story Adama was telling himself about how he left his family for their own good, because it’s not like that’s ever not crap. Any time Adama is shirtless is a good day in my world, and I liked the continuity of his showing up when the Chief was in trouble because he felt somehow responsible for the Chief’s domesticity, because the Chief and Cally are his fucked-up, misguided symbols of everything that went wrong on New Caprica.
Other things I loved: Roslin. Roslin. Roslin’s hair. The ten seconds of old, cocky, short-haired, sarcastic Starbuck that we got. The Presidential/Admiralty almost-mack. The veiled references to almost-certain-macking that occurred after the groundbreaking ceremony. Athena being called on to do work and doing it really fracking well. The bit with the law books at the end. Lee actually being nice to Dualla. The possibility of future leadership macking. Yay!