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Battlestar Galactica
Jul. 16th, 2006 01:40 pmHaving finished weeping copiously while watching my S2 Party of Five DVDs (gorram, that show always makes me cry), I decided that I needed something to augment my weekend of editing cod. I headed out to Future Shop only to discover that they had neither House nor Veronica Mars in stock. Phooey on them. They did have a lot of copies of Battlestar Galactica, however. I remembered Joss posting the following to Whedonesque (scroll way down) last month:
I'm just sneaking in to say I've been continuing to watch BSG, the wife and I are about halfway through season one and gushing isn't gonna cover this one. You guys have heard me gush, so it won't have any real meaning. You have to imagine Pauline Kael bursting into song, Lionel Barrymore In "Wonderful Life" jumping up and jitterbugging with George Bailey, the Grinch's heart growing three sizes... you gotta start down there to explain what it feels like up here. I'll put it simply. The show is humbling. Not since the Matrix (the first one) have I had such a strong desire to go to writing school. I think it's so passionate, textured, complex, subversive and challenging that it dwarfs everything on TV. Or in theaters. Or boho perfomances spaces. Stuff hanging in the Tate? Not as cool. I'm not gonna go on, because I have to get back to work and because if I really start, this post will crash the internet from sheer length. Only downsides are a) I was already having a crisis of confidence, thank you very much and b) I can't go near any Sci-Fi mags for fear of spoilers. Apart from that, life is to be loved. The Gods are to be praised. Back to the job. -j.
joss | June 12, 21:18 CET
So I figured I'd see what it was like, because the man just doesn't have enough influence over my life already. So far, I've watched the miniseries and it's kinda not bad. Even if it doesn't have Hugh Laurie in it.
I'm just sneaking in to say I've been continuing to watch BSG, the wife and I are about halfway through season one and gushing isn't gonna cover this one. You guys have heard me gush, so it won't have any real meaning. You have to imagine Pauline Kael bursting into song, Lionel Barrymore In "Wonderful Life" jumping up and jitterbugging with George Bailey, the Grinch's heart growing three sizes... you gotta start down there to explain what it feels like up here. I'll put it simply. The show is humbling. Not since the Matrix (the first one) have I had such a strong desire to go to writing school. I think it's so passionate, textured, complex, subversive and challenging that it dwarfs everything on TV. Or in theaters. Or boho perfomances spaces. Stuff hanging in the Tate? Not as cool. I'm not gonna go on, because I have to get back to work and because if I really start, this post will crash the internet from sheer length. Only downsides are a) I was already having a crisis of confidence, thank you very much and b) I can't go near any Sci-Fi mags for fear of spoilers. Apart from that, life is to be loved. The Gods are to be praised. Back to the job. -j.
joss | June 12, 21:18 CET
So I figured I'd see what it was like, because the man just doesn't have enough influence over my life already. So far, I've watched the miniseries and it's kinda not bad. Even if it doesn't have Hugh Laurie in it.