I’m on the road this weekend, so I’ll update this post when I get a chance to see the ep. For now, Jacob’s brilliance breaks through TWOP’s nauseatingly stupid and complicated redesign:
“I want to believe her,” Bill admits. “But the President’s right, it’s exactly what the Cylons would be counting on.”
And they keep saying it, and it keeps being heartbreaking. Because in what kind of a fracked-up universe does Occam’s Razor work out that way? “It’s what I want most, so it must be poisoned.” How can that be the smartest call? “It’s the only joy I can imagine, so it must be a trick or a trap.” What have we done to these kids? When will it get better? How can you know when you know?
Spoilers may abound in the comments. Click at your own risk.
Updated with recap below:
So I really, really, really hate that Angeli’s vision for Laura Roslin is basically the nun who beat him in grade school or something, cold and mean but secretly weak and wrong about stuff, though this goes back to last week, too, in that Crazy Space Mom would be the FIRST person to believe Kara, as Kara herself pointed out this week, so, you know, maybe it’s all about the fact that this season is hardly even here yet. “My drug-related crazy is much more legitimate than your maybe-you’re-a-Cylon crazy;” also we have Sharon, so why doesn’t anybody just make Starbuck fuck Helo and swear an oath if this is the problem? I’m not trying to be funny; I hate unacknowledged inconsistency is all.
Baltar is like his own Onion headline at this point. Back when the Onion was a black and white weekly in Madison, Wis., they ran this story that just said “Bob Barker: Why Is He Still Getting Laid?” I suppose it had to be Tory, the others are better known to Baltar than she is, but I would have paid cash money to watch SAM try to seduce the little greaseball. Or better yet, Tigh. Speaking of greaseballs, now there are two of them. Funny, show. A little too, too cute, but funny nonetheless. I can also see the appeal to Baltar of having someone around who ISN’T looking at him like she’s starving and he’s breakfast, but is instead kind of not all that excited about him, too.
Blech, though, to watching that.
Starbuck. Starbuck. The Cylons caged her and the Exodus saved her and then the Colonials put her right back behind bars, and oh, the way Adama looked at her before he threw her down. Remember the last time she went nuts, and he laid her down like that? It was the only thing that worked, because that’s the way she is, it’s what she gets. You could pet her all day and talk sweet but it’s never going to show her the love that a good hard shove will show her. She’s like that, she needs something to fight back against, to push on, to rage at. If they didn’t keep putting her behind bars she’d go right back to creating them in her own head, something to give her an excuse to break out of jail.
Her handpicked crew on the garbage ship looking for earth, all Captain Ahab like she is, is going to be SO AWESOME.
And then the Lee Adama goodbye. Oh, that there? Nothing, just my heart.