I'm having issues with SGU because I've always liked Stargate for the deep fried space crack. They're really, really good at making the deep fried space crack. They're not so good at imitating BSG. Aesthetically yes, but not so much in the writing, and Air so far has given the impression that it's trying to pass off as SRS BSNS. It's entertaining enough, but definitely not groundbreakingly thoughtful. I'll still keep watching, but mainly for the same reason I stuck it out with Dollhouse to start with: the producers own my soul.
Maybe it's just an especially touchy subject for me since BSG ended, but the fact that they're even imitating the vaguely religious visions and mysticism part of BSG is especially worrying. Because we all know how that ended last time. It's not very encouraging that three episodes in, Jesus (LOL mirage!priest and giant crucifix) brought Scott to the special lime deposits that they needed. This shit always makes me cringe and LOL at the same time. So much for our protagonists taking responsibility for their own actions and fate.
In BSG this plot point did actually interest me to start with because the humans had their atypical pagan religion and the cylons had their one monotheistic Cylon God, and I thought that might be used in an interesting way to explore the nature of religion. And, well, it wasn't. Sometimes it startles me how science fiction can be so groundbreaking and regressive at the same time. Which is more a reflection of the people who get paid to produce it. SGU is definitely going to be reflecting the culture of the men who made it too.
And in this vein,
Ron Greer = Kara Thrace if she were an Angry Violent Black Man. But she's an angry violent blonde woman, so she gets framed as a Big Damn Hero right from the start. Yeah, this shit annoys me.
I loved before now that Stargate used to make a point of trying to avoid overtly politicised issues, because you really need a deft touch to be able to handle them well.
Missing SGA so badly right now. And Rodney especially. : /
It still feels really weird in a surreal way to hear Paul McGillion's canadian accent. Even though he is, you know, canadian. And it never stops being awesome how Vancouver actors all wind up on each others' shows all the time.
I was having a conversation the morning before watching this episode about how americans are so astoundly bad at recognising the gay in their own pop culture, unless it's really overtly camp or flaming. The hypermasculine shit puts their gaydar on the fritz. So it was funny to see all the bad jokes rolling in about Sam's interest in Gandhi (oh Sam ♥), while Dean's quite fond of... James Dean. Because we all know that James Dean is such a heterosexual paragon of masculinity. Still not sure if that was intentionally ironic or not.
And thank you, show, for finally remembering why Sam is my favourite. ♥ Now if you could just do something about that hair...
My dad phoned last night while gorging on turkey. I always forget holidays if they're not getting regularly mentioned in adverts and stuff leading up to the day. So I've tended to forget all the north american ones for years now. Sorry guys, that's really not very patriotic. A british friend had to remind me of our US Independence Day last summer. But hopefully all the canadians have had a happy thanksgiving yesterday (and lots of yummy food).