The problem for me with
Battlestar Galactica is a complex one. I remember it as much for its flaws as for what it got right. Battlestar Galactica was at its core billed as a story of survival filtered through a military science-fiction lens. It showed what people would do to achieve this goal and what motivated them in doing so (whether it was their faith, military duty or sheer desperation). When the series lived up to that potential it was appointment television. When it didn't, it stumbled. Badly.
Certain characters being religious was not the problem. In fact the Adama/Roslin divide in the season one two-parter over conflicting beliefs was compelling, edge of your seat stuff. As were the divisions that developed in the fleet during the first half of season two. No, the issue was when the mysticism and spiritual mumbo-jumbo began to infest the series and strip the characters of their agency, trivialised the actual, important conflicts in the series and left a bad taste in my mouth (the very worst offense of all). It eventually overshadowed everything else.
The writing could get very uneven and inconsistent at times. For instance Head Six went from acting like an abusive girlfriend, to a jilted lover and then to all-knowing angel (sometimes she went through all three in the course of an episode). The writers had this annoying tendency to paint themselves into corners or were unwilling to embrace the consequences of certain plot threads. How do you explain away the fact that there are only seven Cylons onscreen when there are meant to be 12? Introduce the final five! A situation has arisen where either Pegasus or Galactica have to be sacrificed? Destroy the contemporary battlestar and stick with the antique instead of being brave and re-branding the show
Battlestar Pegasus. An anti-Cylon bio-weapon is going to be deployed? Have the annoying as fuck moralist/creator's pet sabotage it and don't even bother to punish him for it! Consequences? What are those?
The writers flinched one time too many and the narrative suffered for it. There was also way too much filler and the Lee/Kara/Dee/Anders love cube really dragged the proceedings down.
In hindsight it's clear that Moore didn't have a plan at all (despite what the show said about the Cylons having one). He couldn't even stick to his damn essay about
naturalistic science-fiction. What was that Ron? No god-like powers? I can't hear you over the sound of the co-ordinates to the true Earth being conveyed through a fucking piano solo. Or of a resurrected Starbuck rolling up out of nowhere in her shiny, brand-spanking new Viper (way to undercut the drama of
Maelstrom).
All of this culminated in what I consider to be the
absolute worst possible ending for a piece of fiction I have ever seen. Yes, let's throw away all of our technology and embrace the truly abominable philosophy of neo-luddism. Fuck even trying to survive! Let's go for the worst possible course of action without even considering the sensible approach! Fuck yeah! So you expect me to believe that everyone would comfortably go along with this? The same group of people who rioted over food and water shortages would be okay with such a drastic reduction in creature comforts? And how does Lee even have the authority to do this? Romo Lampkin was the President at the time (in theory anyway). I guess you only care about the democratic process when it's convenient, huh Lee?
Lee's gambit failed miserably. As shown by the montage of robots at the end, humanity seems to be heading towards AI-induced destruction once more. I thought that the expression was "those who forget the mistakes of the past are doomed to repeat them" and not "those who throw the baby out with the bathwater will be just fine." Humanity has regressed socially in some ways as well. In the Twelve Colonies homosexual relationships were considered to be normal as evidenced by the main series and the
Caprica spin-off. That's clearly not the case on Earth. Humanity is more fractured and divided than ever. Going from a space-faring race of 24 billion to this? That's just sad, really. Lee should have just asked Cavil to nuke the fleet into oblivion because it amounts to the same thing. The only difference lies in the length of the demise.
Let's ignore that glaring piece of stupidity. Let's go with the notion that people endlessly gravitating to myths (something that was never the point in the first place) is apparently a hallmark of great science-fiction rather than something absolutely depressing.
The notion of gods/angels/demons/whatthefuckever intervening directly in fiction needs to go and die in fire. It didn't work in
Deep Space Nine and it sure as shit didn't work here (thinking of the way that the Prophets and Pah'wraiths fucked over the plot just irritates me). Bringing the
messengers into the equation was one of the biggest mistakes
Galactica made. Keep that manure out of my science-fiction please. Compelling drama stems from the way the characters handle the situation with the means at their disposal. Not from divine fucking intervention.
With
Daybreak Part II, Moore completed the gradual deterioration of the series. He betrayed the premise, the characters and the audience. In a way the Hybrid of the Guardian Baseship was correct. Kara Thrace did lead them to the apocalypse. It's just that it ended with a lingering whimper instead of a resounding bang. It would have been far better and more resonant if the series had concluded during
Revelations with the discovery of that nuclear-ravaged world. Sure it would have been depressing as fuck but was the show a light and upbeat affair to begin with?
All of this might be palatable for some, "great" even. But it's just a bridge too far for me. Moore fucked up the endgame. I've never seen a series that treats the sci-fi genre with as much contempt as
Galactica. Sci-fi/fantasy would be more appropriate in this context (with a heavy emphasis on fantasy).
And yeah, I am aware that RELIGION WILL NEVER BE ERADICATED, thank you (by all means be condescending and talk down to the people you're supposedly trying to persuade). Though I sincerely feel that such primitive beliefs are garbage and we'd be better off without them I'm not under the delusion that religion is going anywhere. It seems to be a fundamental flaw of humanity that so many of us are drawn to the immaterial. But I'm not seeing how that would be a good thing. A secular society should be the ideal one to strive for not one where herd-like devotion to an abstract is dominant or important.
Then again you seem to be someone who considers Gaius "Frakking" Baltar to be a personal fictional hero rather than an obnoxious, cowardly and self-serving jackarse (who thinks he can just wash away all of the shit that he's done by declaring that everyone, including himself, is "perfect"). You must be watching the mirror universe version of the show. So I can see that a rational conversation would be pointless.