Una opinión sobre el final de "Battlestar Galactica" con la que coincido bastante. De un artículo del guionista Steven Grant:
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA fans have all likely see the series conclusion by now, but if you haven't and want it all to come as a shock when you do, this is a SPOILER WARNING:
Lemme get this straight. After four seasons, during which Ron Moore and the other writers have all prattled on about how the show is genuine hard science fiction, no alien races or trad space opera or like that, and "down to earth" except for a handful of technological advances, it all turns out to be warmed over anti-technology "back to the earth" (literally) hippiefied twaddle by way of the Bible belt?
The end message: forget science and put your faith in nature and the supernatural, because God (though he doesn't like to be called that) loves you and will provide.
Seriously.
The best they could come up with for the mysterious resurrection of Kara "Starbuck" Thrace with a brand new Raptor spacecraft after she apparently blew up (and later found her body and the wreckage on the devastated planet Earth) was that she was a ghost/angel sent by God to lead humanity to its new home? Seriously?
Then the big revelation: the whole series takes place 150,000 years in the past and the planet they ultimately take as their new home – there's only a small band of primitives living there that count as "intelligent life" – is our Earth. The colonists are our ancestors! (Specifically Hera, the hybrid child of human and Cylon, who's revealed in an epilogue to be "Eve," the oldest known ancestor of the current human race, so we're all part Cylon too!)
Never mind that none of it makes the slightest bit of sense. If it's all taking place well over 100 millennia ago, how come people in the show keep hearing and quoting Bob Dylan's "All Along The Watchtower"? Not that it's not a good song – hell, it inspired big chunks of WATCHMEN - but not so good it resonates 150,000 years into the past and out into the depths of space. Then there's the colonists, specifically Adama, naming the planet "Earth," after the world they struggled so hard to find only to discover it was a floating nuclear cinder, as if the English language also dates back to the colonies instead of being the great mutt of languages. (And if you protest that we're only hearing the English translation of what the Colonists are saying, then it doesn't matter what they call the planet because any word they use is going to say the same thing.)
So the colonists land here to spread out across the world and cross-breed with the natives – wow, they're even genetically compatible – to create our human race. (It's notable that aside from the humanoid Cylon played by Grace Park, every surviving colonist appears to be white. Adama may be played by James Edward Olmos but there's no indication the character is intended to be genetically Latino and his sons certainly aren't. Though Hera's mother is Korean, so I guess that counts for something.) Do you wonder why we've never dug up any traces of their technology? Because they decided life without tools, medicine, new clothing and all the other benefits of technological civilization was inferior to the "natural" life! So they dump everything but the clothes on their backs into the sun and trotted off to new lives grubbing for insects and dying of the common cold. Like there aren't even any inclement weather conditions on the planet. I can see getting rid of a collapsing battlestar, sure, but not even shovels? Man, that's hardcore nature worship.
But not to worry, God will provide.
Ultimately the show's most interesting character, Gaius Baltar, the scion of a backwater farming community who becomes his civilization's greatest scientist and unwittingly allows the Cylons to annihilate it, cheerfully abandons science as inadequate and even dangerous – for the last season he's been leading his own little religious cult – and, in a stunning irony, is ultimately reduced to living out the rest of his days farming. When he breaks down sobbing at the end, it's hard to tell whether it's in relief that it's all over and he has finally reached where he belongs, or whether he's the only one who recognizes the sheer lunacy of the situation. But the nuttiest moment is when it's announced that the Cylon Centurians – the big robotic murder machines, as opposed to the humanoid Cylons, but these murder machines fight the final battle on our side against the other Cylons – are leaving in the Cylon base ship to create their own civilization somewhere else out among the stars. Someone asks how we can know they won't someday return to finish the destruction of the human race they began back at the 12 colonies, and Admiral Adama – Adama, who witnessed the nuking of his entire civilization, and who shepherded the tattered remnants of the human race across the cosmos to a new home - Adama! - says, "We don't, but it's worth the risk?" IT'S WORTH THE RISK?!!! A species that has already obliterated the human race once, and still has the technology to do it again while Adama's crew have thrown away all of theirs and effectively wiped out even the remotest possibility of defense, and IT'S WORTH THE RISK?!! What the hell?!!!
Just to punch home the theme of the night, the show concludes with a modern day epilogue showing the "angels" aping Baltar and Caprica Six's forms (played throughout the series as guiding delusions but ultimately revealed to be angels, or something like them) strolling Manhattan and watching monster widescreen videos of advances in robotics while pondering whether history – humanity raising technology to such a level that technology wars on humanity - must repeat itself, or whether "they" (we) can break the cycle. It leaves us with the future hinging on our choice, but the last time someone in the series spoke of "breaking the cycle," it was Lee Adama, suggesting the abandonment of technology. What we're left with is a suggestion to turn aside from science and technology, and put our trust in a loving God, who's so loving he lets hundreds of millions of people get murdered so he can lead the others to a new world of his choosing. Between Hera drawing dot pictures that turn out to have musical and numeric values, the Final 5 Cylons and a couple others like Starbuck hearing music from 150,000 years in the future that matches Hera's tone pictures, and Starbuck being a ghost getting a ghostly visit from her musician father, and all the other coincidences and impossibilities that get the colonists to New Earth can only be explained by miracle orchestrated by God.
The problem of bringing God into it is the problem of bringing God into anything proposed as "destiny." In terms laid out by the conclusion, the entirety of the series can be seen as the machinations of a "loving" God to bring 38,000 some-odd humans and assorted Cylons to a new promised land. That's fine, but it involves a cosmic mechanism so detailed as to require His hand going back at least decades, at least as far as the Final 5 contacting the Cylons and Starbuck as a little girl receiving the benediction of The Music from her father. If you conceive the series as God's rescue following the destruction of the Colonies, that's one thing. But all the machinations means God willingly turns a blind eye to the horrific deaths of hundreds of millions of people – their society as presented doesn't exactly smack of Sodom and Gomorrah – in order to "save" 40,000. Even if the ultimate goal is the creation of a new species – us – no God capable of juggling that many balls and guiding that many events would need to go to all that trouble. If it all comes down to God's will, then God is either rather cruel or something of a dope.
Meaning ultimately it's not science fiction at all, but a religious fantasy with sf trappings. Whether it was Moore & co.'s intent all along or a sop to SciFi (whoops, I mean SyFy... which I'm told is Eastern European slang for syphilis, though I've yet to get that verified) management, which notoriously hates science fiction, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA, despite production values, writing, acting and directing that for four long years were heads and tails beyond all the other low rent, brainless, derivative original material SyFy craps out in the end was only as good as that. END SPOILERS
