I’d like to take this moment to apologize to my many atheist friend and to offer them comfort. I’d also like to apologize to and console my many cynical friends and those skeptical of mysticism.
BSG’s finale sucked for you guys.
Okay, it kinda sucked for me, too. But at least I have already invested in a paradigm that accepts the unknown. I’ve already gotten accustomed to the whole ‘it’s God’s plan’ non-answer.
To drag us through the galaxies and raise about a thousand questions, only to non-answer at least a third of them with spectral mumbo jumbo is bad writing.
Yes, I cried through most of the last 40 minutes. But that thing at the very end with the two Slut Angels and the Dawn Of Earth Robots ended the show on the note of everything that has been wrong with it. The cold didactism, the We’ve Got Us A Peabody self-importance that sacrifices story and character for message.
Overall I’d call the last two hours ‘alright’ and just move on.
But boy do I feel for Chris Wage, Sarcastro and all the other nonGoddies watching.