The more I reflect on last the BSG finale (I saw it last night in the UK) the more disappointed I feel. True, the battle was a white knuckle ride, brilliantly staged and there were some touching character moments in the last hour.
But the final revelation that all of the show’s mysteries were all part of a divinely ordered plan was a betrayal of BSG at its complex, ambivalent best.
In plot terms it was simply lazy: a foot coming out the proverbial sky. There were any number of ways in which the head people and Starbuck’s resurrection could have been addressed which would have made more sense in terms of the BSG universe. For example, the head people could have been by-products of the resurrection process - junk code implemented on the human cortex. The numinous force that was manipulating everything behind the scenes could have been a more ancient result of AI technology running amok (fitting nicely with the cyclic mythology, etc.).
I could have even lived with God being responsible for Starbuck if HE hadn’t also been responsible for just about everything else that needed explaining: the biological compatibility of Earthlings and Colonials, the nova, the head people, the pathway to the real Earth, the new Earth…
My admiration for what Ron Moore did with BSG knew few bounds - God knows I’ve published on the show
http://www.amazon.com/Battlestar-Galactica-Philosophy-Popular-Culture/dp/0812696433 -
but I was always niggled by his insistence on retaining the premise that the colonials are our ancestors from the original show. It was an idea that was voguish at the time of the original BSG but that’s about all that could be said for it. And so much would have made more sense if the show had been set in the future - if the colonials and their languages and animals had descended from old Earth. Are we to believe that God ordained that cats and dogs, pigeons, rats, and elephants also popped into being half way across the galaxy? Was this all part of some numinous plan that we – as viewers – just have to accept? So much for encouraging one’s viewers to think for themselves.
Good science fiction needs to offer us a world that is at least coherent in its own terms; but at the end, I felt that the writers of BSG were just trying to ingratiate themselves with a largely imaginary audience. I’m feeling sad and let down - like it’s the end of an affair - and I’d so love to be wrong.