DBSnappa wrote:
I want to meet Jaime Bamber (sp) so I can call him Cheese. Lee Adama. Geddit. It was my daughter's joke which she repeatedly used while watching BSG.
I've just started watching BSG again to pay my Nerd Tax. Ten episodes into S3 and I'm remembering vividly why I bailed the first time. I love the visuals on this show. Love them. Love the costumes, love the sets, love the ships, love the action sequences, everything. It's beautiful to look at, it's just that I'm rapidly getting to the stage where I don't care if the human race lives or dies. AND IN THE SHOW.
Every. Single. Character. Is either hateful, stupid, or hatefully stupid. Except Gaius 75% of the time, Starbuck 50% of the time and Bill Adama 25% of the time. All of them are duller than Mr. Chris' wardrobe. I'd be rooting for the Cylons to wipe them out, except the Cylons are hateful, stupid AND religious maniacs.
And the writing! God, don't get me started on the writing. You've got three flavours of plot, the Heavy-Handed Metaphor, the Overlong Angst-Fest or the one that only works if every character involved has recently banged their head very hard on a bulkhead. These are mixed and matched, generally to hideous effect. I can't think of a single episode I've actively enjoyed since the Resurrection Ship one, although the liberation of New Caprica came close.
What's going on? I really enjoyed the first series and bits of S2, for all that it was occaisionally heavy going. Has it got worse or have I just run out of patience with its flaws?