Best BSG Episode EVER
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This episode was the most superior moment of television I've EVER seen. I just adored this episode and can't even rationalize it. The MUSIC in this episode was just incredible.
Why is Kara seeing her father as if he hasn't aged a day since he left her? Is time moving backward for her, as well as forward? Perhaps there is only one Kara Thrace, but she is unmoored from linear time. I am starting to take Kara's nightmare literally. She is simultaneously both child and corpse. *shudder*
Moving right along to less creepy aspects. . . . I got MY Laura Roslin back. You know, the one that kicks ass and takes names? Yeah, that one. Just when you start thinking that she's too tough, that she's taking things to unnecessary extremes, it turns out that "[SHE] WAS RIGHT." (Apparently, one can never be too paranoid, right Bill? Never network those computers. If the worst happens, try to infuse organic cylon matter into the ship, but *don't* let the machines communicate through a network. Because that would be most dire.) /end tangent.
Back to the point: Laura was right! Boomer DOES feed off of personal emotion. Poor Chief! What a betrayal! And to be left in that empty house, abandoned . . . Ahhhhh! *covers eyes*
It was brilliant that they replayed the Sharon/Tyrol scene from season 2, when he says "you're a machine. I'm not" and "software doesn't have feelings." The exact same scene now repeats, but with the difference that this time around, all the things Tyrol thought he understood turn out false. It's a perfect example that the foundations of society have fallen apart, along with all the stories we tell ourselves, in order to make our existence meaningful. Where meaning once balanced itself upon old truisms ("software doesn't have feelings"), now even these last secure footholds vanish ("software doesn't have feelings? oh rly?). The scene replays and all we hear is the ghost of meaning, without its substance. It produces a sense of vertigo, and it convinces me that the fleet has at last unraveled. It convinces me in a way that Bill-drinking-himself-to-death did not. It compells me to believe that they are at the farthest edges of the universe, where insane things can happen, for no damn reason at all. Even the absurdity of Dualla's baffling suicide pales in comparison.
Yes, it's true. A tube of toothpaste has effected what all the melodrama of January could not. I can now imagine these people living out unimaginable horrors.