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The gloomy, noir charm of Battlestar Galactica. By Troy Patterson - Slate Magazine

The gloomy, noir charm of Battlestar Galactica. By Troy Patterson - Slate Magazine

Though I haven't watched much of this incarnation of Battlestar Gallactica, from what I have seen, I'm enthralled. Of course, I differentiate from this writer in that I was a serious fan of the 80's cult classic. I find the series very much in keeping with the trends in Sci-Fi that I grew up with and have been following for awhile now. It's darker, more "grown up", and exploring the scarier side of humanity. Anyone who started reading comics in the 70's and keep up with the storylines of, say, the X-men, into the 80's/90's/beyond can easily testify to this. I haven't found the show harder to follow than, say, any other drama on tv right now. If you just drop into this, you will have some uptake as you figure out who the characters are, what they represent, where they come from. Expecting to tune into an established series and understanding the whole thing is like showing up at a family dinner and being surprised you don't understand who uncle Joe is.

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