So the new Battlestar Galactica (not so new anymore, but we're late adopters) is great stuff. It grabs you by the cojones and doesn't let go. If you don't have cojones, it grows you some, then grabs 'em,
then doesn't let go. I love Starbuck and her expressive eyebrows. I love Sharon and her inner turmoil. I love Commander Adama and his Aral Vorkosiganness.
Sometimes, though, I want to grab the scriptwriters by the cojones and...well, here's what I mean:
( Spoilers Ahoy )Aaron and I are now up to season 2, episode 5 ("The Farm"). Some of the last few episodes of season 1 were disappointing--"Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down," "The Hand of God," and "Colonial Day" in particular seemed to ring with the echos of the writers jumping from one plot point to the next as quickly as possible. It picked up with the season finale, and then started up strong again in season 2, so I have high hopes of it.
However...let me just say: If there turn out to be real gods in this show, and my sci-fi story gets pre-empted and turned into prophecy-driven fantasy, I shall be most put out.