At last we come to it at last. We've now met the final five just in time for the final nine episodes. Not to cross universes here, but am I the only one thinking 'I've got a bad feeling about this' ?
It's not the identity. I won't spoil that for you timeshifters. My response to the revelation was 'Oh.' And then 'Ah.' Make of that what you will. No, it is more the feeling that this will all end badly. Not that I ever expected BSG to end with the characters at a picnic on top of a grassy hill in the sunshine. It is more that I can feel my frustration and disappointment looming. At the start of the show, they were quick to point out that this is not your daddy's Battlestar. I have to say that after four years, it's not my Battlestar anymore either.
Every show changes and evolves. Look at LOST now as compared to its launch. But the great show are the ones whose hearts, whose cores stay the same. Somewhere, BSG became a political show rather than a show with political themes. Want to know the diff? Look at early verses recent David E. Kelly shows.
It also annoys me that people complain about LOST all the time, but BSG gets a free pass on the same things: bizarre, impenitrable mythology, dangling plotlines, time travel paradoxes (two Karas? Clones?). I know there's a viewership difference, but buzz knows not such numbers. Am I giving up? Of course not. I still have to see how it ends. It just feels like the end I'm watching is the end of a different show than the one I fell in love with. And that a participle I'm not afraid to dangle.
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