Goodbye, Battlestar Galactica

Tonight was the final episode of the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica. I've been of the opinion that they jumped the shark after landing on New Caprica, and haven't followed the show quite as faithfully as the first two seasons. Moore and company promised to tie up all the loose ends, and I'd have to say they did.

My main problem was having the survivors colonizing a planet with no technology or supplies, and no experience. I'm sorry, but that is just a hippie wet dream to "return to a simpler life." People rarely lived past thirty years. Women died in childbirth. There would be absolutely no medicine. Just to keep from starving would require some serious devotion to hunting and farming - with no guarantees of success. There would be little time or energy for hanging around the campfire singing Kumbaya. Remember, we are not talking about an established culture such as our own Native Americans. These were a space faring people dependent on technology.

But, the writers did tie up the loose ends. Baltar redeemed himself. The "bad" Cylons were immolated. Resurrection of Cylons came to an end, so they are not immortal anymore. Kara's apparent Cylon existence was explained in a rather spiritual way. The scene with Rosalyn and Adama was quite touching - that's all I'm gonna say about that.

I'll give Moore and company this - it beat the Soprano's ending all to hell.