Four Months Later

So, I'm not about to pretend that I have any clue whatsoever how to write a review for a TV show, movie, book, anything. That's not what this is about. This is about what I just witnessed, and how I feel about it. This can be summed up in three simple words:

Oh my gods.

For those of you unaware, tonight was the airing of the last episode of Battlestar Galactica. Ever. That's it. No more.

Having just been exposed to the series this past November (O.o), I have no idea what it must have been like to wait and follow this series and the characters for 4 years. I have no idea how magnificent these last two hours must have felt after so long. But I do know how magnificent these last two hours felt to me, after whirl-wind watching practically the whole frakkin' thing over Winter Break. (Seriously. It was nuts.)

So. Much. Pay off.

I have no idea how anyone goes about writing something like that. I just don't. As a writer, it blows my mind. As a viewer, it blows my mind.

I think you'd have to be a vegetable to not have your mind blown. And even then, it's a bit iffy.

I got chills so many times. I almost cried twice. (I usually don't cry when watching something. Two episodes of Buffy are the exception when it comes to TV.) I can't count how many times I brought my hands to my mouth in anticipation or nervous excitement or elation or sorrow or shock.

It's great writing, great acting, great directing. Great music. Great everything. It's great entertainment. It's relevant social and political commentary. It's life-altering. It's fantastic.

It's genius.

So say we all.