That’s when the first piece of wreckage hits. In mutiny we turn our guns upon ourselves. Everyone that comes after war makes their ginger way through what’s left behind. Like Uwano and Onoda, like the unlucky victims of the Guardians, like you and me and the children of the Exodus. Have you ever seenBabylon 5? This is what it comes down to: not war, but everything after. The echoes and the ripples and the unspent mine fields of war.
Spoilers within. Boom boom boom.
You know, I think in the coming months these threads will just consist of the words WHAT and FRACK and WHAT again. This is a show that, over and over again, gets you with the moments that on any other show you’d think were accidents: the way the humans jumped out of the way of those awful, clanking Centurions, and how the Vipers looked, inside the Base Ship.
It’s all getting more and more mixed up, who is who and what is what and how in the end you can barely tell where you started out, that you’re that far away. Look at pictures of you, from twenty years ago, before the world burned down and you turned into a suicide bomber and kept secret matters of major national security. Whois that person, and how did she get from that to this? There’s the stuff you can blame on the apocalypse and then there’s the stuff you did because you damn well felt like it. Which is which? Were you lying to yourself then or are you doing it now?
Quick takes: Michael Angeli. Laura’s a raging bitchmonster and Tory’s selling her body for information. I am so glad I’m not this dude’s sister, because he has some creepy female power shit going on that must beway fun to be around.
Hera was … alone in the Agathon quarters until Sharon got home? The babysitter is like the Computer in Star Trek, invisible? I’m writing someone a letter about this. Also, when did Hera get so fucking creepy? I know kids her age and they’re not that scary.
Lee, stop trying to scare Laura. She’s ten seconds away from seeing the face of God up close and personal, she does not give afrack that the Quorum thinks she sucks, okay? I really loathe him lately, even if I do want to borrow his tailor for Mr. A.
Michael Hogan continually rocks my socks.
We know so much about Baltar’s inner greasy creepazoid life that I sometimes forget how little the rest of the characters know, and so it’s somewhat jarring that Laura didn’t realize how totally mixed up with Six he was until she saw him in the doorway.
Called Sharon taking Natalie down. She wasn’t having it from the start, much less you involve her kid. The whole world’s slipping away, none of the old rules and old lines matter anymore, so here’s where she’s drawing hers: You keep your toaster hands off my daughter.
TWO WEEKS? WHY, CYLON GOD, WHY?