To a real degree, I’m willing to give the show a lot of slack because it’s a story still in search of an ending.
I’ve speculated before that the show’s writers are interested in their mythology, but probably not as interested as their fans are.
Genre fiction requires the infodump.
The ensemble of players, above everything else, is what makes Battlestar Galactica come to life.
The episode is probably going to piss off a lot of fans, especially coming this late in the show’s run.
“The Ties That Bind” is probably the most Cally-centric episode of the show’s run.
It sets what must be all of the remaining plot wheels for the series’s end game in motion.
Its focus on the scene at the expense of individuals ultimately results in a documentary that doesn’t rise above the functional.
Long Day’s Journey Into Night began my own long journey into Stockwell’s entire career.
If there’s a shot that Battlestar Galactica deploys more skillfully than any other, it’s the close-up.
Do you have dreams of owning The Manchurian Candidate?
The past is constantly being interrupted in the film, intruded on by a more pressing and paranoia-stricken present.
Jordan’s shallow treatise on army hypocrisy can’t shake the ghosts of M*A*S*H and Catch-22.
The incompetent Buffalo Soldiers should have been left out on the range.
This is perhaps the closest thing to a definitive Blue Velvet DVD one can expect.
David Lynch is less concerned with self-reference than he is with charting the uncomfortable crawlspace between boyhood and manhood.