Lee's deeply felt landmark biopic of Malcolm X gets a handsome transfer from Warner Home Video.
The series finale is about as audacious and ambitious a piece of television as I’ve ever seen.
I don’t think it’s coincidence that this was the episode to reintroduce the concept of Cylon projection.
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.
Battlestar Galactica gets a reputation for being a dark show, and some of that is well-deserved.
It taught Lee to trust his personality as an auteur enough that he wouldn’t feel compelled to back it up with his personality as an actor.
The rare biopic that all but explicitly acknowledges its director's sense of identification with its subject.