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I still haven't recovered from the mutiny and execution of Gaeta and Zarek.
The end was so sad. Everyone, it seemed, was suddenly alone, with the exception of Baltar and Six, and the Agathon family. However, BSG has been painful every week I've watched it, from the pilot movie onward. I am sure there will be more, because I missed about half a year (up through Baltar's trial, including Kara's death) and still haven't seen the Razor movie. AND there's going to be another movie, this one from the point of view of the Cylons.
I, too, have been through a rough couple of years, including illness and a death in my family. I can't say that BSG carried me through the period, but I know the uplift feeling very well. The ancient Greeks wrote plays that explicitly evoked that response. BSG was a renewal of classical Tragedy, with all the catharsis and redemption that Sophocles taught us about 2500 years ago. Modern tragedy is about the dissolute sons of wealth falling into despair; classical tragedy is about virtuous heroes encountering their own fateful hammartia, the sin of not being gods.
So Bill Adama, Admiral, was a boozer, a dysfunctional father, a sloppy sentimentalist, and an arrogant prick. He also managed to save the last 39,000 human beings and a select number of Cylons. He fought a winning battle against Death, but Death would take the one thing he loved above all else in the universe. He was powerless to save Laura.
Gaius, Lee, and Kara all had to make peace with their parents; Laura had to bury her father and sisters, and turn her back on her youth and a life of ease. Bill and Lee lost Carolanne and Zack. The remnant of the human race was not a happy lot, even before the massacre. Then, the Cylons gave up resurrection (and eternal life) to develop what we humans call Humanity.
All the stuff of Sophocles, Aeschylus, and Euripides.
Will we see Mourning Becomes Starbuck -- ? Maybe so. All this has happened before; and it will all happen again.
As painful as the series has been, it has been profoundly inspiring to many of us. I don't think most of the critics, even those who liked the series, realize just how much of a Big Thing it has been. In its twilight, the TV teleplay has finally found its place in the fine arts. I can imagine that on Mount Olympus, Serlingon the Wise is smiling, affectionately bragging to the rest of the Pantheon that his children have finally learned about heroism -- and how to produce a good TV series.
Caprica has some mighty big shoes to fill.
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