Battlestar Galactica 1×00 ‘Miniseries’ Impressions Pt. V
Posted by melancholygeek on July 28, 2008
Where did we leave off? Helo is stuck on Caprica, Roslin is president, Adama has taken command of the fleet and got supposedly blown to bits along with a really, really badly dressed Callum Keith Rennie. Well, let’s see about that:
Chief organizing the rescue… but wait!
Callum laughing his a$$ off, Adama not so much. Guess who knows another way out? Callum saves the day! Or does he? Tigh in command and creepy Callum leading the way… Can this be good? Oh, and look, he did laugh his a$$ off:
Rag-tag fleet, Botanical Cruiser. Pretty:
Mr. Keikeyan and President Roslin (I so like that) tending to the needs of the Captain. Little girl, tooth-hurting sweet. Enough kids already, no?
Colonial One. We got Tylium! Makes the president happy:
60 ships now, 40 FTL capable, Asshollo stating the obvious. Boomer bringing the Tylium friend… and a Cylon friend it seems! Strategy meeting with circle-shot that makes me dizzy. Could be Bad Suit Guy as well though. What is he doing there? OK, let’s make this a numbers game. And I won’t say anything about the kids on the show anymore… wow. And the cancer-thing… They are really eager to make this dark sci-fi, no? Boom goes one third of the fleet.
Ragnar Station. Callum having allergy-issues. And a degree in military psychology. I’m an observer of human nature. Uh-huh. Humanity is not a pretty race. Such words from Callum Keith Rennie? I beg to differ!
Yeah, ok, not that pretty.
OK, are the God ramblings necessary?
Galactica, CIC. Tigh being bad-ass in command, Dee confirming friendly IDs. And guess who wants to come over for a visit?
Grant the request.
Tigh and Roslin are awesome. They even make Asshollo bearable. Great scene.
Billy knowing his way around Galactica by now. Tyrol, meet Boomer – Yay! Billy, meet Dee – Yay! Starbuck, meet Asshollo – Yay!
Commander Adama, meet Callum. Not so yay. Zombie-Callum not having allergies:
This is Blade Trinity all over again…
Guess who’s a cylon now? That does mean there’s more of him, right? \o/ Sooner or later the day comes when you can’t hide from the things you’ve done. Now that’s a bitch-slap. And here goes some serious man on man action… Seriously, The Olmos and Callum getting it on like two dirty backstreet rowdies is awesome. Good-bye Callum, we hardly knew you (but will see you again, no?).
Galactica, CIC. Baltar and Gaeta would make a cute couple, no? Like it even better than him and, ah, call her Head!Six. Speak of the devil. Ooh. An upside down radio alarm clock! Seriously, I remember having one of those when I was a kid. You said it would be your electronic organizer. – That would be a lie. And quite frankly a design disaster!
Gaeta again! \o/ Speaking of sex. OK, that was Head!Six I have to admit. And guess who walks in. How is it a PR-guy with bad taste in clothes is allowed everywhere now? I don’t remember seeing him on any of the cylon parties. Heh. That would be too easy I guess, being able to identify cylons by their lack of taste when it comes to clothes, no? The male models that is.
Hallway, Adama giving Tigh the heads up. The cylons look like us now. OK, you tell me yours, I tell you mine: Lee is alive. And you have a magic wound on your forehead that keeps disappearing. Just sayin’.
Asshollo paying dad a visit. Kinda. Guess that’s as close as it gets to a bonding moment.
Adama, Tigh and Baltar, strategy meeting. And Callum gets a name, Leoben. Rumor has it, you’re a genius. I love Tigh. In a manly way.
Starbuck going on a strictly recon mission. And confessing her sins. So she’s a woman after all, good to know.
So much for Bad Suit Guy:
CIC, odd looking device being removed. Nice move Gaius, nice move.
Starbuck, reaching the threshold. Whoopsie:
Adama, Roslin (and some Billy), pure awesomeness (she so has a thing for him!):
We need to start having babies.
CIC, Starbuck reporting. Sh!t is hitting the fan. Gaeta, Tigh, Adama, Asshollo strategy meeting.The latter once again stating the obvious. He is good at that, I have to admit. Dee and Billy! \o/ They better start having babies. Oh, Adama, you old dog, you got a soft spot! And perhaps even a little thing for the president, hm? Tigh:
Is that an order?
So, civies are coming along, the war is over, we lost.
So can I ask what changed your mind?
You can ask. Heh.
Bye-bye Bad Suit Guy, have a pleasant stay.
Stand by to execute battle plan:
(I really would have liked to do some picspam here, but it would have taken about 50 screencaps. The SFX are awesome.)
Starbuck being one crazy bitch, bringing the cat in.
Funeral ceremony. So say we all! Earth,eh? I’m not so sure I like that. Well, the others do.
Starbuck, Tigh, making peace. Nah, not really. You’re a bastard. You’re dangerous. You’re weak. You’re a drunk. And you, milady, are a bitch.
Adama, finally getting to eat some noodles. Roslin, checking out his quarters:
This room could use a little color.
There is no earth. But there is totally something going on between the two:
Baltar, Head!Six, foreshadowing.
Light music, Tigh giving up drinking, Boxey strolling around, Starbuck prancing around in underwear.
Asshollo and Adama sharing another not really bonding moment.
Boxey eating a cookie (so cute /o\), Dee passing the womanator Billy, Nice to be small, Tigh taking up drinking, Starbuck packing peanuts. And:
Ragnar Station, Bad Suit Guy, not looking too good. This can’t be good! Enter a bunch of bad suits, Sixes and Leobens (\o/). Well, and someone else (/o\):
By your command. Heh.
OK, I know this took way longer than most of you would have liked and also longer than I had imagined, but there you go. Conclusion?
If this series keeps up the way it started, this will be the dirties, grittiest and probably best Science Fiction series ever. I love all the characters (although with some I just love to hate them), love the premise and can forgive the fact that Boomer is an Asian Cylon chick. Especially since they made Callum Keith Rennie a Cylon! The Olmos, Mary McDonnell, Michael Hogan, James Callis… the cast is mostly marvelous. Special effects are breathtaking. Music is great. I doubt it will appeal to Star Trek fans, but I’m a fan. So, final verdict:
One word impression: Gritty