like a gun, for his daughter to blow the smoke away; Kara remembers,
beautifully, and smiles at him. He touches her face as she recognizes
him. She thanks him for visiting, calm again, with a smile and a laugh
like a fresh wind. The cruelest thing about free will is knowing you’ve
got your whole life ahead of you, and no trajectory but what you
decide.
Not the Arrow of Athena, not the leader of the search, not the
harbinger of the apocalypse: just a girl. To exist. That is an
incredible amount of pressure. Kara’s smart enough to live through it,
but I don’t know that Boomer is. She hasn’t been so far. In order to be
the man or woman you choose to be, you have to know the moves and be
brave enough to make them.
Spoilers inside.
Oh, good, I can get back to hating Gaius Baltar. Every other ep he does something or says something I agree with, and then he snaps right back to being the opportunistic asshole he always was. Is he the only character truly unchanged by everything that’s happened? Maybe Ellen, too. But I mean, even Helo’s a mess right now.
Quick takes: Oh, lovely lovely Laura and her secret stash of New Caprican Loco Weed. Why on earth would you paint anything in Galactica white, I mean, have you been there? Starbuck, you asked Baltar to find out what you are, not to keep it a secret, so you get what you get. I get that Helo’s a moron for not being able to ID his own wife in the sack (there again, Athena should have known she didn’t marry the sharpest tool in Galactica’s drawer) but I don’t see how you can blame him for Hera. That’s the Magic Daycare’s fault. Of COURSE Saul had a bottle of booze wedged under the Sad Cylon Couch of Sin. And Bear McCreary is a sadist, because those high, sweet pipes during the toast to Galactica? No, no, it’s fine, just my heart, didn’t need it anyway.
So here’s what we’ve got going on: Starbuck came back from the dead with an improved taste in music. Sam’s a hybrid, fucking with Galactica through the goo they pasted all over it. Cavil’s kidnapped the Very Special Cylon Child and is going to use her as a figurehead on his Model Ship of Civil War and Assorted Kinds of Fail. Laura’s dying. Galactica’s falling apart and everybody’s got to move to the Baseship, which is ugly as hell and probably doesn’t evenhave co-ed showers or a spectral piano player in the bar.
On top of which we’ve got Helo and Athena probably getting divorced, the Chief’s ongoing meltdown, Tory’s apparently suddenly mute, there’s too many sixes and eights to keep track of but no Leobens heard from in months, they still need a place to settle down and farm sheep, the Vicious Hot Captain from Baltar’s trial wants to strip Galactica for parts, everybody onHitei Kan has black lung, Baltar has food and guns, and there are at least three love triangles need solving.
Just making sure I’m caught up on the actual shit that needs to get handled in the next several hours of television, while we waste time on Boomer vision-questing and Tigh and Starbuck coming to the same conclusions they’ve spent the past two seasons coming to. Let’sgo, show. Move it already.
A.