What did we learn? Adama once got so drunk that he couldn’t even lean forward to puke in the gutter. A pigeon woke Apollo from a nap. Tigh really loved strip clubs. Doc Cottle becomes awkward during emotional exchanges. Roslin was a cougar. Oh, and all the weird unexplainable stuff? It was god. Maybe we should call him the Galactigod.
How they introduced that pigeon into the story without crushing it with their giant ham-hands is beyond me. I really enjoyed the series, but I will never rewatch it. Knowing that Baltar is not crazy but is instead talking to an agent of the Galactigod is too much. Writers, just because you didn’t know where your story was going all along didn’t mean you had to introduce an omniscient character that did.
We know the Galactigod really digs Bob Dylan and that in His spare time He sets up confusing and convoluted scavenger hunts. When the Galactigod watches a Cylon have sex, occasionally her spine will glow red for no good reason. The Galactigod will never do something the easy way. For instance, to save Hera He implanted prophetic visions in four different people, a subplot that spanned multiple seasons. Instead, one of his angels could have simply told Baltar and Six to “run down that hallway and pick up Hera.” But where’s the flair in that?
In one final assault on subtlety, the surgically enhanced Caprica Six angel tells us that we are living in times where “commercialism, decadence, and technology run amok.” Had the space battles and Cylon robots been hand drawn, or were I unable to buy a Cylon logo-bearing toaster from the show’s webstore, maybe I’d believe that you, Galactigod, are more than just a convenience.