“There are those who believe that life here began out there, far across the universe, with tribes of humans who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians, or the ToltecsToltecs , or the Mayans. They may have been the architects of the great pyramids, or the lost civilizations of Lemuria or Atlantis. Some believe that there may yet be brothers of man who even now fight to survive far, far away, amongst the stars.”
Sometime during the summer between my second and third grade years, I managed to convince my mother to take me (an only child growing up on a farm) and my best friend to see the new movie that everyone was talking about. My eyes were blown open to the wonders of scifi through the spectacle that was the original Star Wars. Everyone I knew had watched that movie, and we all were filled with fantasies of traveling to distant stars and fighting evil enemies with lasers and spaceships. And, in those days of no VCRs or DVDs, we were limited to what we could remember from movies, books and television. So, when another space adventure was brought to television, I begged, pleaded and cajoled to be able to watch each and every episode, and when the show came to town as a movie the next summer, it was a must-see!
My memories of watching the original Battlestar Galactica are hazy, but I do remember Lorne Greene’s steadfast authority as Commander AdamaCommander Adama , Starbuck’s handsome roguishness (just right for a Han Solo lover like me) and Apollo’s reliability as the solid go-to guy. I remember Athena, the dark-haired, cool professional officer, and Cassiopeia, the golden girl who later became a nurse, and Sheba, who showed up later in the series and was a fighter pilot herself! And I wanted to be all of them, having adventures, flying spaceships and shooting bad guys. I spent many days pretending to re-enactre-enact each episode, shooting Cylons, and flying “fighters” made from cardboard boxes, tractor seats, tree trunks or nearly anything we could imagine into a spaceship. The barn became a “hangar bay” and farm equipment became essential parts of the “ship” that had to be protected from invading Cylons. And even though I was a girl, I always got to play the hero, because the Colonial fleetColonial fleet needed me!
I remember watching the story, fascinated at the new universe created and destroyed there. I was horrified when the planets and fleet were destroyed, and heart-broken when Apollo and Adama visited their home, reduced to rubble. I was hopeful when the fleet found Carillon, and still have vivid memories of the people trapped in the pods where the OvionsOvions were using them as food.
The main story, however, is still there. The fleet survives the initial Cylon assault that destroys the colonies, the survivors escape as fugitives, and they find the hidden resort planet on which to refuel and recuperate. As a story, I still enjoyed the action, adventure, and mystery of the tale, and breathed a sigh of relief when the Colonial fleet escaped at the end after the destruction of Carillon and the base-starbase-star . My kids thought it a bit boring and old-style, with not as much whiz-bang action as they get nowadays, but I got a nostalgic kick out of watching it again. Plus I had the added surprise of seeing Baltar get his comeuppance, which I did not remember previously from this movie – a definite bonus! I was amazed that I had remembered so much of it over the years, before watching it again as a series on VHS and then DVDs, and that it was pretty much as I had remembered it. For me, the rose-colored glasses were pretty clear. I remembered a classic story, framed within a creation of its time, and it is still enjoyable as a great product of that scifi revolution kicked off by the release of Star Wars.
Among the many copies and wannabees that came out in that time, Battlestar Galactica still stands out as one of the best stories and movies from that period. With the rebooted version of the series reminding us of the original, it is the time to celebrate not fantastic acting, explosive effects, or amazing visuals, but just a great story about the human spirit and its ability to fight to survive, and to celebrate the inspiration for many, many imaginary missions and adventures taken in barns, basements and treehouses everywhere, by kids just like me.
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