Well, that’s it then…
I’ve just watched the final episode of the mighty Battlestar Galactica. I’m probably one of the last of the show’s legion of fervent fans to have seen its finale, but so it goes. I’m talking about the 21st Century Ron Moore-produced reimagining of BSG, of course, not the original 70s show with Lorne Greene and Faceman. My lag time’s bad, but it’s not that bad.
First impressions: I liked it lots. It was a sometimes perplexing but overall satisfying conclusion to one of the most consistently brilliant shows in TV history. I even welled-up on a couple of occasions, but – like Jermaine in Flight of The Conchords – I’ll put that down to an inflamation of my tear gland (or, like Artie in The Larry Sanders Show, a bad case of “manly misting”).
I’ll let it all sink in, then maybe say more about it later.