Having binged my way through several seasons of "Supernatural," which I really liked for its ethical and theological issues--oh, and the "X-Files"-like monsters and myths--I am now starting, quite by accident, "Battlestar Galactica," the 2004-9 tv series. (It was recommended by Netflix; I don't think I was really aware that there had been a long-running series.)
I loved the original BG, watching Starbuck, Apollo, Athena, Cassiopeia, Commander Adama, Boxey, and his wonderful dog Muffit race around the universe away from Cylons and that nasty human who worked with them (whose name I forget but whose face is as clear as day.) It's also where I learned one of my earliest non-curse words, "frak." While at the time Star Wars was my greater obsession, at least I could watch BG weekly.
And so I'm fascinated by the update, with a female Starbuck instead of Dirk Benedict and Mary McDonnell as the president (was there even a president the first time?). The special effects are great (those launch pipes and Vipers look so cool--and reminiscent of the 70s ones) and the storylines, as well as analogy to modern warfare and religious debates, are fascinating. And those Cylons who look human? Great. And you gotta love the theme song.
Plus, they still curse.
Which means it will probably be awhile before I let the kids watch this childhood favorite.
Battlestar Galactica is what got Mike and I hooked on watching the entire series of shows on Netflix after they have aired. After Battlestar Galactica it was The Sopranos, and it hasn't stopped yet!
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