Great Bob Dylan song, but I’ve always preferred the Jimi Hendrix cover.

I mention this because I’ve just completed my journey through 76 episodes of Battlestar Galatica.  And that tune provides a thread in the story.

BSG was one of those shows that began and ended while I was living full-time in Korea.  I wasn’t really into the (Ben Cartwright) version of the show and probably wouldn’t have watched this one either except for two things:  People whose opinion I respect spoke favorably of it and Netflix made it pretty damn easy to do (I have the proverbial time on my hands these days anyway). What can I say of my viewing experience?  I found the concept of the series intriguing, the story lines alternately engaging, irritating, frustrating, and sometimes confusing, but in the end I’d rate the overall series as being mostly enjoyable.

Now you can see why I don’t write reviews for a living.  Television I suppose contributes to the vast homogenization of our society, and this trying to include something pleasing for everyone tends to result in displeasing me.  You know, I could have done without all the allusions to current political events and the unfairness of contemporary American society.  I mean, if I can’t escape that crap in a deep outer space fantasy, I might as well head back to Korea.  Which I’m fixing to do.

Suffice to say, I’d have probably cut a third of the episodes and enjoyed it all the more.  Otherwise, the series kept me mostly entertained and I guess that was a purpose fulfilled.  Now, the Big Hominid has written up a series of ongoing reviews and considerations which are quite outstanding in their insights and perspectives, especially regarding the theological aspects of the show.

There must some kind of way out here…