Monthly Archive for May, 2007

RDM Catchup

Yes, it’s only three months or so too late, but I did want to finally put some RDM Effect stuff to rest, especially after re-reading some of my earlier BSG and RDM posts here. On another level, perhaps, this post is unnecessary, because for as well shot and executed as the season finale of BSG was, because it was RDM Effect to its utmost precision:

First off: Baltar’s trial. There’s no way that things would ever have played out like that, even in pretend real life. Adama is hellbent on letting Baltar hang with a ruthlessness of a vendetta, and then has a change of heart because his son gets up on the stand and has this Mr. Smith Goes to Washington kind of moment with this crazy heartfelt speech that just screams unrealistic saccharine dreams? What gives? And, while I’m on the topic, is Lee Adama not the most annoying character written for television in year? Every season, it seems that his plots revolve around him being a prissy bitch who is more interested in showing up dear old dad like some emo sixteen year old who resents his parents than being an effective leader of men. That got so old, so quickly.

Secondly: I was right about my theories about Starbuck. At the end of the episode, she magically shows back up, and she knows the way to Earth, to boot. Even a two year old could have seen that plot “twist” coming.

Lastly, and most importantly, the revelation of four of the last five unknown Cylons. In picking four people who you would never expect (especially since one of them was little more than a bit player over the course of the series), I think RDM was trying very hard to provide another major “twist”, but it falls flat. The plausibility factor for most of these people is low at best. The only two you can make a real argument for are Anders and Tigh. Anders would make sense given how he entered into the series back on occupied Caprica and magically survived. I can see that one and could even give it benefit of the doubt. Tigh would kind of work given that he spent some time in the Cylon detention facility on New Caprica at the beginning of the season, there’s always a possibility there was a switch-a-roo there or something. That’s the only way though, because the rest of it would contradict established canon about the series already, mainly that the Cylon war was 40 years ago, they didn’t have the human-looking models then, and Tigh has been in the Colonial Fleet for 50 years. You put two and two together. Tori and Tyrol make no sense whatsoever. There’s not really been anything to suggest they could be Cylons at all, and having Tyrol become a Cylon deflates a lot of things, because you root for the guy as not being willing to sacrifice his beliefs or his values for the war as so many others would without thinking.

I will admit, though, that I loved the way they did the reveal of the final four Cylons with the snippets of the song they could barely catch building throughout the episode. As dumb as the results may have been, the plot build up was great.

So, with all that, it’s probably a good thing that Season 4 is likely the last season of BSG. The show started with such great promise to be something perpetually great, but like most RDM projects, it’s just plain out of steam.

Awesome

Apple bans use of MySpace in its retail stores. It’s not hard to see why:

An Apple Store employee (who does not work in the Fifth Avenue store), confirmed to CNET News.com that this has been an ongoing problem. “MySpace is a big issue for the Apple stores because people come in, Photobooth themselves (using Macs’ built-in webcams), then stick their picture up on their MySpace account and loiter at machines for hours,” the source said in an e-mail. “It is especially troublesome at the flagships and high-volume stores, and for a while there was no official word on how to deal with it.”

I say it’s about damn time. You can’t go to any Apple store and actually look at the new product they have because there are 14 year olds littered everywhere logging onto MySpace and their AIM accounts acting stupid with each other. It seriously takes all the fun out of a trip to the Apple Store, even if I’m not wont to buy a Mac.

Ingrate

So on the heels of the release of Michael Moore’s new movie Sicko comes this interesting tidbit: apparently Moore sent one of his biggest detractors $12,000 to help pay for–you guessed it–medical expenses for his wife. In typical anti-Moore conservative fashion, the guy misses what I think is the point:

If it was you, Mikey…your $12,000 doesn’t buy my silence. It won’t buy my affection, nor will I shy away from talking about whatever may or may not be in your new film. I’ll still be the same guy, expressing my opinion and trying his best to research facts you tend to skip over or ignore. All you bought for your money - if it was yours - was the peace of mind of knowing you actually helped someone who needed it.

OK, first, let’s just establish that, yes, Moore has an agenda in doing this. How much easier does it get to prove your point when one of your biggest critics is stuck in the exact situation you’re documenting in your film? That’s not really the point here. He could have just been a bit grateful to say thanks to the guy for helping him out in a really tough situation. There are ways to handle these things with grace and humility and still let your point of view be known. Sometimes, such an approach will actually further the results you want, instead of tirades like that which allows Moore to look like the good guy here.

It’s unfortunate that this is how the guy chose to acknowledge what’s happened to him, but it’s par for the course for the “just keep slammin’ em down” conservative commentators in this world.

Reality Check

 For those of you who seem to think that doing drugs doesn’t harm anyone but yourself, it’s seriously time for you all to step back, look around, and know your role in the grand scheme of things. No matter what you think, the things you do in this life will always affect others. Just remember that.

History’s New Breed?

Hip-Hop may be dead, but there are those who want to preserve its past. Clive Campbell, better known as DJ Kool Herc, one of hip-hop’s pioneers, wants to have 1520 Sedgwick Ave in the Bronx preserved as historic landmark for its role as one of, if not the key, birthplaces of hip-hop. An interesting idea if I do say so. We’re at a point where we can no longer deny the cultural significance of hip-hop and should recognize its beginnings, but hip-hop still has such a negative cultural connotation with so many people. Does it deserve such status? Only the further passage of time will tell, I suppose.