Friday brought us a potent twofer: the series finale of Battlestar Galactica, and the infamous Dollhouse episode that was supposed to cure cancer and make the baby Jesus weep.
How'd it go?
First, BSG ended in much the same way that it's carried on through four seasons: brilliantly acted, extremely thought-provoking, stunningly realized and jaw-droppingly beautiful. It's a show with a grand scope and rich mythos that also handles the little character moments like no other, yet seems to disappointingly gloss over some of the underlying details that help us get to those big and small places. All in all, I found it to be a rich, rewarding finale, with a few head-scratching flaws. A-
Second, Dollhouse didn't bring world peace, but it finally hit its stride and has turned into something that I can now unabashedly love. All the elements came together, and this one was a masterpiece. A+