Battlestar Galactica Finale and the God from the Machine

I finally got around to watching the BSG finale. The fact that I just got around to watching the show’s conclusion several months after it aired is an indicator as to how much the show had dropped off during the last few seasons.

I came to the party late, as always, and watched Seasons 1 – 2.5 in about a week. Really, really good tv shows watched on dvd are addictive and hazardous. Too many times I would stay up much too late to get to the next episode leaving me bleary eyed and nonfunctional the next day. There should be warning labels on them to alert you not to operate heavy machinery after a marathon viewing session. (Remember, guns don’t kill people. 24 does) The first few seasons of BSG was geek meth. A few hits and it was over. (Do you take hits of meth?) You became BSG’s bitch.

Then Season 3 came out. Ok, all shows run into some problems no matter how great they started. Season 5 of The Wire is an example of that. Or Lost’s Seasons 2 through the current one. All shows have a bump in the road. But then suddenly All Along the Watchtower is playing through the ship, McCain and the Chief are cylons, and Starbuck finds her own corpse. Everything after that gets a bit hazy because I realize my geek-meth is laced with something that is seriously fucking me up and my body is covered with hairy spiders. Tarantulas. With braces on their fangs.

Season 4 was much shorter than the other seasons, or it may just seem like that because I kept fast forwarding through most of it. I found myself happy with the ending. Not because it was well written but because it was over. I didn’t care for the literal deus ex machina ending. Although I must admit that the finale was one of the better episodes of the past several seasons and I didn’t mind the Canticle for Leibowitz theme with how it ended. Given the direction it took after the second season, there probably was no end that would have satisfied me completely.