this moment. this episode. this is when I completely fell in love with this show. in my opinion this is the best episode of all battlestar galactica. this is about people, guilt, loyalty, love, life and death. No one had ever done something like that in science fiction. I love Thompson and Weddle.
Yes, Thompson and Weddle wrote wonderfully for Katee. I wonder what they thought of the *poof* Seems like it wouldn't be satisfying for them, unless RDM promised that if they did an add-on movie like The Plan that focused on Kara's mysterious fate, then T&W could write it. (Have i become jaded or what?)
I agree that the brightness of the scene is jarring in its juxtaposition, although I'm guessing that it was cheaper to film in the sun than the rain. (Oh noes, there's that jaded thingy again.) I've been to funerals in both types of weather and the sunshine almost feels initially like an insult....our world has ground to a halt, yet the sun still (sadly) shines, our world has ground to a half yet the sun still (fortunately) shines.
Rain at a wedding doesn't seem half so bad as a gorgeous day for a funeral imho.
And this guilt that she carries affects so much of her self-image and her later choices, I feel. I wish the writers had explored it and remembered it more often. I think of the look on her face right here when I relate this moment to her later relationship with Lee:
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see What a great heap of grief lay hid in me, And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn Through the ashen greyness.
If thy foot in scorn Could tread them out to darkness utterly, It might be well perhaps. But if instead Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow The grey dust up, . . . those laurels on thine head, O my Belovèd, will not shield thee so, That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred The hair beneath.
Stand farther off then! Go.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese
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Date: 2010-11-07 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-07 09:26 pm (UTC)in my opinion this is the best episode of all battlestar galactica. this is about people, guilt, loyalty, love, life and death.
No one had ever done something like that in science fiction. I love Thompson and Weddle.
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Date: 2010-11-08 01:00 am (UTC)I miss the AoC days...back when the angst made sense. Guh.
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Date: 2010-11-07 10:42 pm (UTC)(Have i become jaded or what?)
I agree that the brightness of the scene is jarring in its juxtaposition, although I'm guessing that it was cheaper to film in the sun than the rain. (Oh noes, there's that jaded thingy again.) I've been to funerals in both types of weather and the sunshine almost feels initially like an insult....our world has ground to a halt, yet the sun still (sadly) shines, our world has ground to a half yet the sun still (fortunately) shines.
Rain at a wedding doesn't seem half so bad as a gorgeous day for a funeral imho.
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Date: 2010-11-07 10:50 pm (UTC)And this guilt that she carries affects so much of her self-image and her later choices, I feel. I wish the writers had explored it and remembered it more often. I think of the look on her face right here when I relate this moment to her later relationship with Lee:
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn
The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to darkness utterly,
It might be well perhaps. But if instead
Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow
The grey dust up, . . . those laurels on thine head,
O my Belovèd, will not shield thee so,
That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred
The hair beneath.
Stand farther off then! Go.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese