Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT What Kind Of Father
By Jacob Clifton | Season 4 | Episode 12 | Aired on 01.23.2009
I mean, there's something to be said for not just pulling a tralalala, especially with Tom in the wings, but in theory she's totally right. Before we reached Earth, when Lee and Kara thought they were both dead, and I went on and on about chairs, that was the point: the Cylons weren't wrong about killing your parents, just disturbingly literal. They were gone for several episodes, having their adventures separately and together. Figuring out how to love each other, at the end of the world. If Bill and Laura had never come back from her jumpnapping, it would have been fine. The kids were all right. Why not now? I can't even say "Because of Tom and Felix and possibly Ishay's developing killer nurse tendencies," because Zarek's right about them, and basically feels like they need a rest too. I mean, he's been saying it before Kobol and you can't trust his motivations, but...
He doesn't know what to say, because he's Bill Adama: he honestly can't understand the difference between suicide and what she's doing. If he could, humanity would have been extinguished a long time ago. She shakes her head and tries another tack: "Do you remember what we said on New Caprica? How we talked about trying to live for today? Well, you better think about that, because maybe tomorrow really isn't coming. Maybe today is all we have left. And maybe... Just maybe I've earned the right to live a little before I die." She looks deeply at him, into him, begging him to understand. "Haven't I? What do you think? Haven't I?" Which is dirty pool, because especially Bill -- but once upon a time everybody, and me again just lately -- wants to give her the world. He breathes and admits she has. She has! "I have? Well, guess what. So have you." She darts in and kisses him sweetly. "Now get out of my way!" And she runs away again.
Cult: tape rolling out across the Fleet, cute haircut, blasted out of his mind. He's always been one to wing it, toss some words at it, a little bit of sex appeal. Never better than when he's drinking. It feels like we haven't seen him in months, which of course we haven't, and this scene is all too short. Also, is that Brent Spiner? I can so believe he would join the Baltar cult. Remember that awesome lady that was so in love with Brent Spiner that she got her specific apartment specifically so she could vibe at him from her balcony while drawing pictures of him? That's sort of how I feel about Gaius Baltar these days.
Especially as two things become clear: number one, he has lost not only the thread but interest in the thread, and number two, as usual, he's going to seriously fuck everything up without even slightly trying. Maybe this time worse than the first time, if you think about it. Yes, every scene is about fathers, disappointment in fathers, and yes, you can bring that to Adama's door and I'm sure everybody's about to, but only Gaius Baltar could give an disinterested extemporaneous sermon about his personal religious disaffection that results not only in a riot but also in accidentally aims the Fleet's murderously profound religious and cultural disappointment squarely at Bill's head. He's like the anti-Zarek. One more reason to love him.
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