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At first I was rolling my eyes in disappointment; it's one thing to go with a "Chariots of the Gods?" ending, but I couldn't rationally buy all the survivors unanimously deciding to go devo rather than found a city - it strikes me as fundamentally against human nature. As the episode continued, though, I made my peace with it; it certainly wasn't the first time BSG took a WTF turn like this (honestly, they tend to do it at least once an episode - see also Cavil's random suicide), and it was making the most of the direction that it headed in.
I wept quietly as things wrapped up, as I knew I would. But after the final shot of Hera in the wilderness, when the camera moved off her to pan through space and time and up onto a modern city, I totally lost my shit, sobbing loudly like a baby, straight through to the closing credits. I don't think I've really cried at the end of anything since The Empire Strikes Back, when I was seven years old. Then, I cried simply because the magic wonderful thing, like nothing I'd ever seen before, had suddenly stopped. This time, I thought I was prepared for it to happen again, but something about the exact note (ahem) that it ended on just floored me. I'm not sure I can express it yet; maybe I'll come back to it alter after I've had time to think about it.
I do like the nature of the thread they explicitly left without a clear resolution ("You know he doesn't like to be called that"), and state now that anyone who disagrees is a weenie. OK! Manly veneer re-applied. I'm ready for the commentary track now.
I wept quietly as things wrapped up, as I knew I would. But after the final shot of Hera in the wilderness, when the camera moved off her to pan through space and time and up onto a modern city, I totally lost my shit, sobbing loudly like a baby, straight through to the closing credits. I don't think I've really cried at the end of anything since The Empire Strikes Back, when I was seven years old. Then, I cried simply because the magic wonderful thing, like nothing I'd ever seen before, had suddenly stopped. This time, I thought I was prepared for it to happen again, but something about the exact note (ahem) that it ended on just floored me. I'm not sure I can express it yet; maybe I'll come back to it alter after I've had time to think about it.
I do like the nature of the thread they explicitly left without a clear resolution ("You know he doesn't like to be called that"), and state now that anyone who disagrees is a weenie. OK! Manly veneer re-applied. I'm ready for the commentary track now.
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Date: 2009-03-22 04:27 am (UTC)However, I did completely lose my shit at the ending of Six Feet Under. Now that was some sobbing and weeping right there.