I have a soft spot for the original Battlestar Galactica TV series. I freely admit it. The special effects were not the best, the less said about the functionality of the Viper fighters the better, but some of the stories had a lot more below the surface than first seemed. TheOtherSean quoted Baltar’s lines over at Peter Grant’s place on Sunday, and I heard them as above.
I also played a piano arrangement of the following for a recital one year.
OK, so the show was “Mormons in Space,” according to some, and owed way too much to the ancient astronaut theories of Erick van Dannekin et al. I had a little crush on Loren Green/ Commander Adama, I admit it. My family would watch Battlestar, and Buck Rogers, as well as Star Trek re-runs. Of the three, Battlestar had the most depth to it, as best I recall. I’m almost afraid to watch too many episodes, lest the shine of memory wear off. But at the time I loved it, and it was up there with Star Wars in terms of what the neighborhood kids LARPed (before we knew to call it LARPing).
The two episodes with Count Iblis especially stick, as do the episodes with the Battlestar Pegasus, because of the characters. That’s what made the show neat – the characters. They made sense. Captain Kirk and Spock didn’t always make as much sense in my kid’s world, but I could sympathize with the people searching for a home.
I have not seen the new Battlestar. Once I learned how the series ended, ick, no. Grey goo ahoy! There was always hope in the original Battlestar, and I can still imagine that they managed to find, if not our Earth, then a place of refuge where they’d make a new home and be welcome and prosper, wiser and better for their suffering. And not by chucking technology and joining the noble savages, sort of. Although, the soundtrack from the new series is fantastic for creepy, did-you-hear-that?-Don’t-open-the-door! writing music.
And spell-check? Battlestar is not a typo for Barista or Batista. 😛