“Rubicon”

Even if you live in the States, you’re probably not watching AMC’s Rubicon . . . and that’s a damned shame because this espionage/conspiracy series deserves your attention, especially if you, like me, remember (and still watch) with great fondness the dark and strange paranoid films of the ’70s—The Conversation, The Parallax View, Three Days of the Condor, and Winter Kills.

Some critics condemn the series’ deliberate pace as “sluggish” but I’m glad—and relieved—that Rubicon’s creative team believes storytelling trumps manic editing. The pace matches the occult mood. This story demands slow revelation.

In four episodes, Rubicon has become my favourite TV show—although, to be fair, I’ve found little to thrill me since Battlestar Galactica and Lost went off the air.

Last night’s episode, “The Outsider”, may have been the best yet, especially with its frank and intelligent treatment of intelligence assessment. “I’d rather live with the consequences of my action than my inaction,” says Miles, a frustrated intelligence anaylyst, explaining why he’s willing to greenlight a missile strike against an Al-Qaeda leader—who may or may not be inside a safe house—an action which will definitely kill civilians.

Rubicon is a dark show—in theme and appearance—but as I contend in my own fiction, the secret world simply (and horrifyingly) reflects the known world.

Eye of the tiger

Has any man ever uttered greater words of inspiration? Indeed, these are words not only to live by, but words to die by:

No matter how bad it gets in your life, there is always something that’s gonna make it much worse.

Thank you, Coach.

“Battlestar Galactica”

I can’t help but laugh at the venom being thrown Ron Moore’s way for the series finale of Battlestar Galactica.

It doesn’t surprise me, however. Some people simply don’t have enough faith in their own beliefs; they need to have their beliefs continually validated by others (especially the media).

I assume these poor misguided souls feel horribly betrayed by Moore for not subscribing to their vision of his show. How these former fans failed to notice the rôles religion and spirituality and faith have played throughout the series is quite beyond me.

I certainly have quibbles with the finale, but they’re just that: quibbles. Moore didn’t cheat a single viewer with some arbitrary dénouement of the deus ex machina type. God was always there; you just chose to ignore him. So put aside your prejudices and enjoy the show for what it was: entertainment, albeit of a slightly smarter nature.

Thanks, Ron. BSG will be missed (at least in this household).