The best compliment I can pay Battlestar Galactica is that watching it reminds me of watching P.T. Anderson movies or Buffy the Vampire Slayer (even though it's nothing like either) in that even when I think I know where it's going, I am often surprised at how it gets there. And sometimes I just lose my bearings entirely. This will sound contradictory but, true to form, the Season 2 Finale was unexpected and atypical. The final super-charged moments pull off a really superb trick: No actions other than arrivals and departures are taking place. But it's more nerve-wracking than any action sequence, like the weight of what's coming will crush you. Plus the narrative rug pulling suggests such a new and startling direction for an already great series that I'm more pumped about it than ever. This then is what season finales should always aim for.
I frakkin' love this show. It should collapse under the weight of Emmy trophies. Not that the Emmys were ever or will ever be this cool.
