Pray That I Won’t Do a Better Job of It: Caprica Thread

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Jacob:

Everybody’s out of ideas, and in the little quiet Keon finally realizes that all these people are fucking crazy and it’s embarrassing. Because surprise, cults and terrorists are not the stable dependable grownups you may have been led to believe. But also because: If the whole point of joining the OTG is because the adults can’t be trusted, then why can’t the STO adults be trusted? You want a cult within the cult, a cult that says, “Our grownups in this cult are corrupt and crazy and megalomaniacs” the same way the cult says about regular grownups. You want a revolution that doesn’t eventually turn to the right, and nobody in humanhistory has ever been brilliant enough to invent that.

Or, as I called it once upon a time, college.

Okay, that’s reductive and mean, the kind of thing I smack on people for saying. Being enrolled in a liberal arts program doesn’t make you self-indulgent any more than being in a garage makes you a car. This is actually a thing about movements generally, but college is where I first encountered them, college and Ken Loach movies which are pretty much all about this very thing.

It is always easier to fix the thing in front of you than the thing that is really wrong. It is always easier to argue about the color of the ribbons on the End Fascism brochure than it is to end fascism, and because we’re human beings and we get tired, we end up fighting about the fucking ribbons. Because we know how to fight about the ribbons and win. We even know how to fight about the ribbons and lose and go on living. In a fight about the ribbons we know what winning and losing looks like, and if we don’t mind being called names that fight costs us very little. What we don’t know how to do is fight to end fascism because, World War II notwithstanding, fascists still exist and it’s so very, very tiring to get nowhere after all these years of work.

Plus, plenty of everybody’s fellow revolutionaries are assholes. There are people who believe everything I believe about everything, who I wouldn’t swerve to avoid if they stepped in front of my car. And you say to yourself as hard and as often as you can that you can separate out if somebody’s an irredeemable fuckhead and if somebody’s good at his job and useful to the cause, but come on, you’ve never been in a meeting with somebody crucial and thought to yourself, it’s a pity ammunition is so expensive because I couldjust, right now? You’re really gonna tell me that’s never happened to you even once?

Meanwhile somebody’s over in the corner yelling that if we’re all done being teenage girls, the earth is caving in so can we please get back to work? Everybody hates that guy, because he shames them with his purity of focus, and pretty soon you end up in this Clarice-Barnabas place where purging the insufficiently devout is what passes for progress. Usually the guy pointing out that this kind of infighting is a waste of time is the first to die.

Jacob’s about full up of this show but to me it’s just getting interesting.


That being said, I fucking hate the previouslies, where they explain shit to you that you already know, directly TO YOU, and it’s annoying. The credits also have never appealed to me, but credit sequences, even Galactica’s, all get old to me really fast.

Frakkin’ Capricans. They think there’s nothing you can’t talk your way out of. They think there’s got to be a way around everything, around betrayal and pain and death, around terrorism and fear. This is, in fact, Daniel’s whole entire problem, his ability to talk his way out of his problems, because once you do that shit once, you start thinking it’ll always work, and you forget there are things you do that you can’t take back.

They don’t get what Tamara and Vergis get, which is that things work the way they work for a reason. Vergis offers himself up, offers Daniel his throat, pulls Daniel close in what could be an embrace, without the knife between them: We’re brothers. Swear an oath with me on this blade, because now you’ve killed me, and we’re the same. You have deaths on your conscience, my workers and your board member, and just because you wear cufflinks while you kill doesn’t make you more civilized, but let’s you kill me bloody on your white upholstery just so you really get the point. Daniel’s saying, we’re the same, we’re men of business. Vergis is saying, we’re Deathwalkers. We’re the same.

And Tamara, saying to Zoe, suffer forher sins, that other Zoe, that other girl. Somebody has to suffer. Somebody has to die. It’s the same story; we forget Tamara’s Tauron because the Tauron story is always about the men. She is, though, and here’s Zoe’s argument back, same as Vergis’s was: We’re the same. Arguing about Zoe’s sins versus New Cap City’s is pointless. We’re here now. Together. And since neither one of us can off the other Vergis-style, we’re going to have to stand up, hold hands, and figure out where to go together.

Quick takes: The New Cap City dress code seems to involve lots of latex. Amanda versus Clarice is like … okay, bad cop is scary and good cop is scarier but Crazy Cop always wins in the end, so my money’s on Amanda ending this whole thing with some well-placed bullets, eventually. Joseph Adama barely exists anymore on this show, which actually I’m okay with, though I do miss Badass Tauron Grandma. And it’s the 25th Century or whatever, and the robot answers the door and bucks up your ego but you have to clear your own table off? The fuck is that about?

Chip Zoe, we have now, apparently. Chip Zoe in a pretty pink dress. Sometimes I have a hard time squaring this show with Galactica canon and other times I have no problem at all. Ronald Moore’s God is getting a message to Zoe, through the girl who pulled her out of the fire.

A.

2 thoughts on “Pray That I Won’t Do a Better Job of It: Caprica Thread

  1. virgotex says:

    Still don’t get Jacob’s problem with it, which I assume may be based in part on seeing reviewer eps, which kind of worries me about what’s coming up, but I’m in all the way, no matter what.
    This ep seemed all about pairs, dyads. Forehead to forehead. Whenever any of the characters were alone on the screen, they seemed all tiny and lost even.
    I love how Fergis probably laughed inside at the idea of ruining Daniel’s white out decorating scheme with his blood. You know he did.
    And the way Lacy just came out with all the details to Clarice right off the bat. It brought to mind how the Mother immediately acquiesced to Clarice’s demand last week-“Complete control of STO? okay, next?”
    Clarice and Amanda: who is zooming who? They are both such off-the-hook fruitbats that watching them together makes me giggle, partly because Polly Walker reminds me of Dawn French and my subconscious keeps thinking this is the best French & Saunders movie parody EVER.
    I could have done with a lot less Zoe/Tamara Spartacus/Thunderdome. Sorry but the woman doing Tamara just doesn’t have the chops the rest of the actors do. Alexandra Torresani is a scenery chewer sure, but it works because that’s who Zoe is but Tamara is like Sofia Coppola in Godfather III bad. I hope they figure out how to make her die/de-res soon

  2. idiosynchronic says:

    That’s bad, Virgo, because I have a sneaking suspicion that teh key character in Cylon development is not Zoe, but Tamara.
    My wife hasn’t seen the episode yet, but she’s saying that if someone can’t generate some sympathy with her by the ep, I’m on my own.

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