BSG: The Finale, having thought about it.

In my original post about the finale, I said I didn't know if I liked it or not. Well now I know. I don't like it. I was...unwilling, at the time, to make such sweeping statements when there were a lot of pretty images I liked, and an end idea I felt ought to mollify me more than it did.

It's been obvious for most of this week to anyone reading this journal that I didn't like it and am taking, um, extreme measures, to not let the distaste the finale left me with permanently affect my enjoyment of a show that was, more often than not, entirely excellent.

But I do feel, now, that I can talk a little more coherently about my issues with the thing.

Or rather, I can quote someone else's far more eloquent summation of the underlying issues with this sucker, and then comment on that.

( This is Jacob from TWoP. Believe me; I'm as shocked to find myself agreeing with him again as you are. I really thought we'd gotten divorced too. )

( Obviously I don't agree with everything, but the places I disagree pretty much sum up every OTHER reason I am unhappy. )

( Jacob again on the Opera House of Pretty Stupidity. )

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