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Tuesday, October 30th, 2007 06:12 am
The thing I love about Battlestar Galactica, apart from the space planes and guns and young women with rage issues, is that when it's good, when the writing is on, it will fucking break you. Farscape could do that too, with muppets. Both shows hold a mirror up to the human experience and say this is what life is, this is what life is when you're too busy living your life to notice and we have to put in muppets and space planes and hot chicks and dudes and leather to get you to pay attention. The point it, the point that Jeanette Winterson and her ilk don't get, is that it is about life. Maybe it's life in a crucible but the emotions are just as real as Oepidus and Juliet and Pip and Leopold Bloom's and just because the scenery's a little extreme doesn't mean what's happening on stage isn't meaningful. That it can't touch you, make you feel, make you see the world a different way, a better way. It doesn't mean that it isn't dramatically valid just because half the characters are robots, or werewolves, or even elves. Because when Battlestar Galactica brings the A-game, it will fucking break you.