You can't take the sky from me.
Nov. 3rd, 2009 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fan_eluneSurely the few Browncoats who do not like Battlestar Galactica will think it's blaspheme for me to use that line in order to reflect my love for BSG.
I don't give a frak.
The other night, I started streaming The Plan. It's the way I watch most of anything these days, despite a very frakked up internet connection. The other night, however, my connection was too frakked up and I gave up. Decided to torrent it.
Thank you, connection, for frakking up. This show is beautiful, and this movie was, and the torrent gave me a rip of BlueRay DVD or some such thing that means really HD. I am so thankful that connection frakked up and I could be reminded of the beauty of this show. The aesthetic beauty of it.
As for the other facets of its beauty... The end credits rolled fifteen minutes ago and my chest is still tight with everything this has just made me feel. Leoben and Six remain by far my favourite Cylons, and both of them revealed further sides of them... or rather confirmed sides of them we enlightened fandom knew existed. Visions and listening to her on the wireless, but gods, those visions. And vulnerability, even outside of Caprica Six - when she hits on the toilet door, lord. And Hooker!Six as the voice of reason, giving Cavill the key to his problems, yet he does not know what to do with it. This Cavill cannot see the lock.
The One down on Caprica actually made me like a Cavill for the first time. Like him. And I supposed he is the reason why I am now emotionally choked up, right after the last scene. After that tableau with the Final Five, and that final conversation between the two Ones. That last moment, and Father Saul looking uncompromisingly down at them. Did he feel for them, at that last moment?
Oh, the number of things I could say about this, but I wouldn't know where to start. More than ever, I want to write about Leoben. More than ever, I love Sam. More than ever, the different facets of Six fascinates me. As usual, I can't care about Boomer. But for the first time, Simon touched me. For the first time, I liked Cavill.
I'm going to be over there, doing the dishes and trying to breathe properly again.
Then I might have a Scotch, and keep trying.
I don't give a frak.
The other night, I started streaming The Plan. It's the way I watch most of anything these days, despite a very frakked up internet connection. The other night, however, my connection was too frakked up and I gave up. Decided to torrent it.
Thank you, connection, for frakking up. This show is beautiful, and this movie was, and the torrent gave me a rip of BlueRay DVD or some such thing that means really HD. I am so thankful that connection frakked up and I could be reminded of the beauty of this show. The aesthetic beauty of it.
As for the other facets of its beauty... The end credits rolled fifteen minutes ago and my chest is still tight with everything this has just made me feel. Leoben and Six remain by far my favourite Cylons, and both of them revealed further sides of them... or rather confirmed sides of them we enlightened fandom knew existed. Visions and listening to her on the wireless, but gods, those visions. And vulnerability, even outside of Caprica Six - when she hits on the toilet door, lord. And Hooker!Six as the voice of reason, giving Cavill the key to his problems, yet he does not know what to do with it. This Cavill cannot see the lock.
The One down on Caprica actually made me like a Cavill for the first time. Like him. And I supposed he is the reason why I am now emotionally choked up, right after the last scene. After that tableau with the Final Five, and that final conversation between the two Ones. That last moment, and Father Saul looking uncompromisingly down at them. Did he feel for them, at that last moment?
Oh, the number of things I could say about this, but I wouldn't know where to start. More than ever, I want to write about Leoben. More than ever, I love Sam. More than ever, the different facets of Six fascinates me. As usual, I can't care about Boomer. But for the first time, Simon touched me. For the first time, I liked Cavill.
I'm going to be over there, doing the dishes and trying to breathe properly again.
Then I might have a Scotch, and keep trying.
