For a lifelong TV-phobe like me, DVD box sets are a divinely ordained gift. First they allowed me to take in whole seasons of The Sopranos without having to endure the silly dream sequences, and now they let me catch up with The Wire and Battlestar Galactica — the first a superb, multilayered crime saga as absorbing as a great novel, the second quite simply the finest science fiction show ever seen on television. I realize that last statement will have Trekkies sobbing into their Tribble pillows, but hey — the truth is a harsh mistress.
I have miles to go with The Wire, but I’m nearly through the third season box of Battlestar and I’m drawing near the episode in which somebody hears “All Along the Watchtower” being played. Can you jump the shark in a zero-gravity environment? All I know is what I gleaned from the laments on Ain’t It Cool News and other geek sites, though it did inspire thoughts of an SF series set in a Bob Dylan-inspired universe with planets like Black Diamond World, which is nothing but islands rising from and falling into the sea, or the Planet of Thin Men, where nobody really knows what’s going on.
And now, thanks to Jeff Sypeck, I learn that the Capricans have been singing Baltar’s praises in Old English. Curiouser and curiouser. I just hope I don’t have to wait too long for the fourth season box to come out.