It Has Happened Again, After All

It was timely and poignant and so devastatingly human – an apt follow-up to a show about synthetic beings and the exploration of humanity.

But somewhere along the way, the storylines of “Caprica” began to linger and the attention spans of its loyal viewers began to drift, as noted by its declining ratings. Characters were given hardly any time to truly develop and it seemed as though each episode, with the exception of stunning gems like “There Is Another Sky,” was an overflowing hodgepodge of loose arcs.

Each character was given barely 10 minutes, if that much, and the overall plot would mosey on ahead with the moxie of molasses and that was much of what embodied the show in its first half. Of course, the harsh criticism comes primarily on the heels of a comparison to its parent – the brilliantly captivating and socially-relevant “Battlestar Galactica,” whose legacy on the small screen is nothing to shake a six-foot-tall Cybernetic Lifeform Node at. And that simply is not fair.

Inferior as “Caprica” was to its predecessor, it was still a lot better than what was allowed to continue on television – and especially on Syfy – a channel that is almost nationally acknowledged as a joke for its sub-par, cheesy science fiction flicks. Most would say that all it had to stand on, for the last few years, was precisely “Galactica.”

And then “Caprica,” in expectation, was given immense amounts of money for promotion with posters bearing the provocative image of a seemingly nude Alessandra Toressani, suggestively holding an apple, in subways all over New York City.

There were commercials, billboards and all the good stuff that “Battlestar” missed and did so well without, because a program of that quality simply did not need all the glitter.

It had life.

And perhaps “Caprica” would have had it also, given half a chance. The few episodes aired after its hiatus were absolutely fantastic. The deadly tension between Barnabas Greeley (James Marsters) and Sister Clarice Willow (Polly Walker) was deliciously palpable, and the sheer charisma of Ha’la’tha assassin Sam Adama (Sasha Roiz) was a welcome sight to the screen at all times. There was a particular episode that I was excited about, “The Dirteaters,” that had not yet aired – finally, finally something about the Taurons – those elusively mysteriously fascinating Taurons.

But, luckily, they will air in January, and by then “BSG” fans can be satiated with the pilot of its next spinoff, “Battlestar Galactica: Blood and Chrome,” following the military exploits of a young William Adama.

And we’ll see how long that lasts.

Those posters bearing the visage of Toressani posed an interesting thought: “The future of humanity begins with a choice.”

Perhaps the same can be said of the Syfy channel. But was it the right one?

About Olga Privman 132 Articles
I spent a good decade dabbling in creating metaphysically-inclined narrative fiction and a mercifully short stream of lackluster poetry. A seasoned connoisseur of college majors, I discovered journalism only recently through a mock review for my mock editor, though my respect for the field is hardly laughable. I eventually plan to teach philosophy at a university and write in my free time while traveling the world, scaling mountains and finding other, more creative ways to stimulate adrenaline. Travel journalism, incidentally, would be a dream profession. Potential employers? Feel free to ruthlessly steal me away from the site. I’ll put that overexposed Miss Brown to shame.

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