BSG: The Hub, or the president loves the admiral
Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god. We'll have to talk more later because right now I'm too busy screaming. Wanna know what it sounds like? OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!!
++ LATER: SATURDAY, RETURNED ALMOST TO NORMAL ++
Oh dear. It's only 4:30 in the afternoon and I've already cried more in the last 24 hours than I have in the past six months, and all in the name of ENTERTAINMENT! God love it.
The problem is, if you've never watched this show, there's no way I can paint you a picture of all that went by last night. The beauty of a woman being pushed to the very edge of her own humanity—ready, able, and so very willing to do the one thing that would finally cost her her soul—only to be pulled back at the last instant by the realization that, yes, all she needs is love. ("Only connect," as simple and true as that sounds.) And there's no way I can show you the absolute marvel that is Mary McDonnell hitting this thing out there into the skies over and over and over, an actress who every week you think could not possibly be better but who then somehow manages to pull another magic trick from her bag and amaze you all over again. Or how the fact that Edward James Olmos has one of the hardest faces in the universe makes it that much sweeter when that face finally melts, or how there's no way you could possibly not melt along with him. What it means for this man to draw his wedding ring from his finger to slip it onto hers, and how, by so doing, he gives her back her heart (of course here you would also have to understand that this is a dream version of Laura, watching a dream version of Adama watching yet another dream version of Laura finally die of the cancer that she is, in reality, actually dying from. Whatever, it's sci fi!). Or what it means for this woman—the real woman—to step back inside of herself at last and whisper "I love you" into his ear.
I sigh and I sigh and I sigh.
Mostly, I suppose it's this: the care that they've taken in building this relationship—inch by inch, beat by beat, jump by jump—is what makes it so extraordinary. It's hard won and well earned. They deserve each other, finally, in the truest sense, and the emotion runs so deep they hardly have words for it. Or I two steady legs on which to stand.I applaud the writers for letting the slow road show them the way, and the actors for giving it so much depth and grace. Such patience and commitment to character development is a rare thing on TV, and I feel lucky for getting to witness it as it plays out. Would it have the same resonance if I hadn't spent nearly five real years watching them get to this point? Knowing what the wedding ring says about the man he is, and knowing how far outside of herself she's gone since they started? I'm not sure, but I have to say I certainly do appreciate it when TV finally pays me back with such a high frakkin' emotional ROI.