Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT A Stupidly Tilting Planet
By Jacob Clifton | Season 2 | Episode 19 | Aired on 03.02.2006
Cut to Six telling Gaius the whole spiel again about how he's been "chosen to lead these people by Almighty God," and plays with his tie. They're so boring with the same conversation all the time. Are they married? Gaius gets hideously below the belt: "Like the baby happened? The one I was 'destined to protect'?" No he didn't! But also, I think I only recently got the hang of how Six is both God and Gaius himself, so that's a pretty terrible dilemma on which he finds himself impaled: "If I'm the hand of God, and was supposed to do this thing, and I didn't fulfill it, then am I, and God, a big jerkoff?" Six gets his meaning immediately and is at once all up in his face, smiling scarily. "Don't let your anger drive you into blasphemy, Gaius." She plays with his hair. "The election's still two weeks away," she adds, and smashes his face down into the desk. He remains there for a sec, and Six's disembodied voice says, "Get your act together," as Zarek enters. Truer words, lady. "You ready?" asks Zarek. Without raising his head, Gaius mumbles, "Yeah, I was just taking a little nap."
In the Galactica hangar, Cally wanders around, looking for Chief. We see him shaking and twitching, just like he was a second ago. I hope he doesn't wig out!
Starbuck finally gets to the briefing going on in the briefing room: "This is our mission. It's our duty to the people we left behind. And if we need to use a Cylon to get them back, then so be it. [And if I got permission for it during a drug-induced hallucination of Kobol, well, threshold of revelation.] This is about trying to get as many survivors off Caprica as we can. Even so, it's still two-alpha. Anyone want to eject?" The pilots fidget. The door at the back of the room opens, and Helo takes his feet: "Commander on deck!" They assemble, and Apollo enters: "Don't worry. I won't be long. I want to hear it too." He's more commanding, too. (I was going to say, "also less of a girl," but that's not it either. Not exactly.)
Bill and the crazed arm candy he's escorting follow Tory down the corridor toward the press room. ["At this moment she was so loopy I wasn't sure Roslin hadn't forgotten to put her shoes back on." -- Wing Chun] "You just have to really try to think about something serious. That always helps," Adama tells the President. He's kind of giggly, too, or whatever passes for "giggly" with him. "Like what?" Laura asks, and he's stymied. They look into each other's eyes, and they both collapse into laughter again. Tory, leading the campaign toward the debate, spares barely a look behind her at the leaders of the entirety of humanity, rolls her eyes, and grumbles, "Great." It's awesome, like, very organic for the scene, to the point where you don't notice it's a classic West Wing cheat: "Aren't they being adorable? I'm so cutely disapproving and sexy. Doesn't that make them even more of a handful? People in power are still people, and they have foibles!" But it's okay, like it usually is on The West Wing, for the following reasons: they are, she is, and it does. And they do. Deliriously, wonderfully, disappointingly, powerfully: they do.
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