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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Miniseries - Roslin and Adama and the path to leadership

Roslin and Adama are on parallel paths that converge at the end of the miniseries. Both are minor players in their respective spheres and both are at critical turning points in their lives. Roslin has just learned that she has terminal breast cancer and Adama is on Galactica, preparing to retire and give up the command of a ship so obsolete that it is being turned into a museum.

Their first meeting on Galactica, before the attack, is not a success.

They are on different ships when they receive news of the Cylon attack, and they each take on responsibilities that expand rapidly as the news deteriorates and the existing leadership structures disappear.

On what is supposed to be his last night as commander, Adama is sitting in his quarters reading when he gets a call from the CIC which has just received word of the Cylon attack. He responds in a matter of fact voice, "I'll be right up," and sits for a moment without moving. From that point on, as the situation becomes more desperate he remains calm and even taciturn.

In Roslin's part of the story, she learns of the attack after breaking down in private as news of her prognosis finally comes home. She immediately goes to the cockpit to find out what is going on, and reaches out and holds the pilot's shaking hand while she reads the news transmittal. This single gesture immediately establishes her as the leader, ready to take command when others are  overwhelmed. In the midst of panic and uncertainty she sets a goal (to find everyone trapped in ships above the planets and lead them to safety) and gives instructions necessary realize it.

Both Roslin and Adama make painful decisions with terrible consequences.

Tigh, Adama's surrogate, makes the most painful decision on Galactica when he vents 85 deckhands into space in order to put out fires that threaten the ship. Afterward Adama makes it clear that he would make the same decision himself, and I never doubt that is the case.

I think this scene is also interesting because Tigh, thrust into the middle of the crisis and forced to quickly make a critical decision, hesitates for a few seconds and looks off at Adama, as if for guidance. Once he makes his decision Tigh is clear and resolute, he doesn't look back. This type of moment happens elsewhere in the series (in "Scattered" Tigh must make several decisions immediately after Adama is shot. Once again he takes several seconds to decide and proceeds only after recalling advice from Adama from an earlier time).

I also like these scenes because the perspective moves to a view of Galactica from space and you can actually see the fires and bodies thrown out into space. In other words, the human costs of this decision are immediately made tangible. This happens at other points in the miniseries when ships explode - it's not unusual to see the pilot's body thrown out of the cockpit. (Aside from all the people thrown out of airlocks, take a look at "Epiphanies." It wasn't until the second time I watched this epdisode that I saw bodies thrown into space.) I always contrast this with "Star Wars" where we see ships blow up, but no person in them seems to get hurt, so the special effects of the explosion give a vicarious thrill detached from pain and death.

In Roslin's subplot the human costs are even higher. Roslin's mission is to find as many survivors as possible, and she manages to put together a fleet of ships holding 60,000 people. Roslin visits one of these ships, a cruise ship filled with families with young children. She promises the captain that she will take care of them, and chats with a little girl. Soon after she makes the decision to abandon this and other ships containing 10,000 people to the Cylons because the ships cannot travel fast enough. Roslin decides to break her promise and in the process condemns the little girl (and thousands of others) to death in the interest of saving the other 50,000 survivors. She sits in the cabin of Colonial One listening to the transmissions of people screaming and begging for help as the Cylons appear, attack, and quickly destroy the ships left behind.

Roslin and Adama also learn almost simultaneously that they are the most senior people left alive after the attack.

Mary McDonnell's body language and posture are very effective at conveying Roslin's state of mind at this moment. When she is sitting talking to Lee about her position (43rd)  in succession, we see her from the side. She is sitting with both feet flat on the floor, wearing black pumps and a business skirt. Instead of wearing her suit jacket she has a blanket draped around her shoulders. Her appearance expresses total exhaustion. At this point she learns that all 42 people ahead of her are dead and she must now be sworn in as president. She sniffles quietly, puts on her suit jacket and calmly says, "We need a priest."

An aside about the swearing-in ceremony - it is deliberately reminiscent of Johnson taking the oath of office on Air Force One after President Kennedy's assassination. This is not the only reference to the Kennedy assassination (at least to my eyes). When Callie shoots Boomer ("Resistance") it is strikingly similar to the news clips of Jack Ruby shooting Lee Harvey Oswald. Johnson, btw, did not need to be sworn in, the line of succession meant that he became president as soon as Kennedy died. Johnson arranged for the swearing-in ceremony as a symbolic gesture.

Immediately after Roslin becomes president, Adama learns that the rest of the fleet has been destroyed and he is the senior military officer left alive. This is the last of a series of disastrous military reports conveying news of the annihilation of the Colonial military forces at the hands of the Cylons. Olmos continues to underplay Adama's reactions. Dualla is holding back tears as she gives the last transmission to Adama. He reads it, conveys the news to the crew, announces that he is now in command of Colonial forces, and then carries on with little discernable change in manner. Adama's voice is not quite, but almost a monotone, and it works to great effect in this scene.

Adama and Roslin, formerly low on the totem pole, are now in charge.

Each pursues their own priorities until their ships converge at Ragnar Anchorage, where they meet again, and come into conflict over the next move. Adama, a military man, wants to stand and fight, and Roslin, as a civic leader, wants to secure the lives of the remaining citizens.

The meeting is fascinating. It is noteworthy for its banality in the middle of Armaggedon. Roslin sits at a desk on Galactica listening to a report from Billy on problems in the fleet. Adama steps in, Billy stands up to leave, and Roslin tells him to sit down and asks Adama to wait (a nice little power play). Adama sits down quietly, crosses his legs, folds his hands in his lap, and acts as if this is a normal business meeting. In his turn, he calls her "Ms. Roslin" and not "Madame President," (a small subversive action, although expressed civilly). Even the following conversation, although heated, is well within the norms of polite behavior. In fact, the entire scene is prosaic despite the enormous stakes and the passion behind each character's words.

Roslin's statements are powerful ("The war is over, we lost." And "If we are going to survive as a race we'd better start having babies."), and the audience is on her side. The tension is whether, when and how Adama's priority of continuing to fight the Cylons will switch to Roslin's goal of running with the survivors under Galactica's protection.

In the end, Roslin wins out when Adama looks across the CIC to see two young people flirting and echoes her line: "They'd better start having babies." In one of the great comebacks in television history Tigh asks, "Is that an order?"At that point, Roslin's and Adama's separate paths meet and they start to move forward with one goal in mind - to save the remaining population and find a new home.


Sunday, September 28, 2008

Who am I?

I am in late middle age and I have 3 kids and a husband. I have a full-time job in New York City, and it takes about 35 minutes by train for me to travel from my home to Penn Station. I have been writing most of my blog on the train, which means that I cart around two laptops (home and work) during the 30-minute walk part of my commute. I am in a state of total exhaustion all the time, which means that you, dear reader, should be very appreciative of all that I do to bestow upon you my profound (and witty) insights about Battlestar Galactica.

It's sad, really, that I am spending what little free time I have exorcising my obsession with a television show that appears on the SciFi Channel. I could, after all, be writing about the effect of existentialist philosophy on late 20th century American literature, but there you go. This is my blog and I get to say what I want.

My daughter is in fifth grade and she is very very smart. She also likes Battlestar Galactica. (She does, however, hide under a pillow and say "yuck" during anything that remotely resembles a sexual encounter, even if it is just a kiss. Alas, I fear that this will come to an end in about 2-3 years). I think, though, that her all-time favorite shows are Dr. Who and Zoe 101. Go figure.

My sons are almost two years younger (they are twins, in case you can't figure that out). They are identical, meaning that they are essentially genetic clones (13th Cylon model, maybe?). They both have autism, and I do not mean they talk all the time about, say, the Civil War, until the person listening just wants to kill them. You know, geeky guys with long hair and really bad taste in clothes, the really smart kids who attend MIT or Cal Tech and go out on their first date when they are 45 (if at all).

They have the really-messed-up-brain autism. They can't talk and can't read or write, although we have made huge progress in getting them to dress themselves and eat at the table using spoons and forks. We are also working to teach them how to watch tv (bet you never heard that one). Their favorite activities are running around screaming while rubbing a piece of string (and then sometimes eating the string), or running around banging two items together. Lately this has been two spoons, although in the past it has been any two objects that come to hand (including two crystal candlesticks which, of course, shattered). When they are upset they tend to bang their heads on any hard surface they can find, including windows, walls, floors, me, etc. They will do this in the house and outside, which tends to upset people if we are, say, in a diner, at Home Deport, or in the grocery store.

I do not believe that autism is cased by vaccines, and if YOU think so, please keep your thoughts to yourself. I also do not believe that (a) God gives special kids to special people, (b) before they are born, babies pick their parents and our kids chose us because they knew we would be such great parents, (c) God gives us disabled children so that we can be better people, (d) God gives people horrible situations as punishment for being bad, or (e) autism happens because parents (especially moms) withhold love from their children (THE most popular theory, btw, until sometime in the late '70's). 

I believe that we have had incredibly bad luck and it just happened. I try not to take it personally. I believe that all children are entitled to unconditional love from their parents, although there are many times when I don't like my children that much. My kids are incredibly good-looking, btw, and that certainly makes it easier to love them (which may not be admirable on my part, but is the truth). They are also very sweet and very affectionate.

I think I am suffering from something I call "The Purple Rose of Cairo" syndrome. In case you don't remember, "The Purple Rose of Cairo" is a Woody Allen movie set in the Great Depression, and the main character is a woman whose life is so shitty that she watches the same film over and over again as a means of escape. I am also not a huge science fiction fan, although I loved the original Star Trek series (I was like 8 at the time) and "The Next Generation." "Deep Space Nine" was pretty good until the last year or so, when I got lost in all the geopolitical machinations. "Voyager" was often, but not always interesting, and I never saw the prequel series. I like all the even-numbered Star Trek films. I don't read science fiction at all, but I like speculative movies and fiction a lot.

In this blog I will be devoting some posts about individual characters. I will also be providing a show-by-show analysis of my observations on the plot, themes, and characters. I will not be provding a synopsis of each show, if you want that go to Battlestar Galactica on the SciFi channel web site. There will be spoilers, so if you haven't seen the entire series you may want to stop right here.

I have not listened to all the podcasts, and I am going to hold off listening to the rest of them since I don't want to be unduly influenced by their content (it feels a little like cheating).

(I also really like parentheses, in case you couldn't tell.)

Enough about me, let us join Battlestar Galactica's quest for Earth.