It’s been a very long journey for Caprica and I.
Starting out in a blaze of hope and promise, I was all set to love it. The first couple of episodes astounded me, but familiarity bred boredom, frustration and, finally, contempt, with watching the mid-season finale becoming a chore which I put off for months.
I eventually got round to watching it a few weeks ago, but there was always something else to write about in the meantime – which is why I’m only getting round to posting this now. Sadly, neither the episode, nor, I suspect, my rambling about it, was worth the wait.
Although more happened in this episode than perhaps the rest of the season put together, it all came too late. Much of it should have been moving and spell-binding – Tamara setting her father free, Zoe escaping hers; Amanda giving up, Lacy giving in. Suicide, murder, terrorism, fanaticism; it could have been fascinating, important tv, but ultimately the glacial pace, the sprawl of characters, and the pompous, self-important manner of the whole thing did for Caprica. Come episode ten, I just didn’t care any more about any of it.
The second half of the season has now been postponed till next year, and who knows? Maybe the new episodes will be leaner and wittier and less mind-numbingly slow. Maybe the programme will eventually turn into a worthy addition to the BSG canon. Too late for this BSG fan though; Caprica and I are finally done.