Briefly put, Rilla and I have been watching the first season of Downton Abbey and the nearest thing I can think of to the experience of rage at ridiculous characters and plotting and use of emotional-instruction music is Battlestar Galactica. And so I find myself well out of touch with popular sentiment about a big show, and genuinely mystified about the exact location of the appeal (beyond the costume and locations and so on, which are pretty impressive). Nothing interesting happens that I can detect, everything lurches on with classic soapy precision (literally, in the case of a particular bar of soap), everyone stays true to their absurdly simple character (He Has A Stiff Upper Lip, He Is An Evil Gay Guy, She Is A Bitchy Sister In Her Older Sister’s Shadow, etc.). What the?!
I’ll only consider it redeemed if somehow all of them or most of them die in World War I for some reason. That would be a nice gesture.