Why The Battlestar Galactica Finale Is A Huge Cop Out And It Doesnít Matter
Author: Josh Tyler
published: 2009-03-20 21:48:20
Tonight one of the best science fiction programs in history finished its run on television (for a detailed recap of the finale go here and, in theory answered all the big questions which have been knocking around in our brains for four seasons. The answer? Oh itís God.
Showrunner Ron Moore finally got to douse us in his pro-god, anti-society, anti-technology philosophy. His heavy religion agenda has always sort of hung around in the seriesí background, as the show reveled in mysticism and unexplained weirdness. Tonight though he abandoned all pretense and used the series finale as his platform to deliver a big warning: Holy shit the robots are coming!
Getting weirdly preachy would have been just fine, if only heíd really come up with legitimate answers to the questions that have been hanging over fans' heads for years now. Why the frak does Baltar have an imaginary friend? Answer: Itís God! Why isnít Starbuck dead and what the frak is she? Answer: Oh itís God! Why did the cylons destroy the colonies? Oh itís God! How are the humans going to find a home? Oh itís God! Every remaining question was answered tonight and the answer to every question was: Oh itís God.
Look Iím alright with Ron Moore working his own superstitious religious mumbo jumbo into his show if itís going to deliver the kinds of thoughtful programming and incredibly deep, well developed characters Battlestar Galactica gave us. I have no problem with that. What I do have a problem with is substituting random, unsupported theology for actual story closure. What I do have a problem with is reducing everything to one big, Deus ex machina. Sure theology has always been an important part of the show, but in the end it seems Mooreís answer is that itís the only part of the show. Weíve hung around all this time, donít we deserve better answers than that?
Frak that. So we got screwed on the answer department. Iím a little disappointed and maybe you are too. Iím here to tell you that in the end, it doesnít matter. It doesnít matter because Battlestar Galacticaís final moments will always be remembered for that brilliant, closing shot of William Adama sitting alone on a hill, promising the ghost of Laura Roslinn that heíll build her that cabin. Battlestarís final moments will be remembered as Apollo looking off into the endless sky and imagining a life of exploration and adventure. BSGís final moments will be remembered as the Galactica sailing off into the sun.
Tonightís Battlestar Galactica finale was a cop out, but it was also the perfect goodbye. Ron Moore dropped the ball on plot but as always, the show delivered where it really mattered: Characters. Ignore the superstitious mumbo jumbo. No one is going to remember all the awful stock footage of robots or the ridiculous, anti-technology plot device in which the entire fleet decides for no particular reason to abandon all technology and start using spears. Scratch that, they had a reason. Their souls werenít ready for science. Funny no one mentioned that notion until five minutes before the credits. Frak all of that. Weíll remember the people, their faces, and the lives theyíve touched. Goodbye Battlestar Galactica. I donít care about the answers, youíve been a good ship.
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