By Wolfen Moondaughter

I know I’m terribly overdue with this, the final edition of this Stargate Atlantis recap-and-review column. Part of it is due to other commitments, of course (and the lure of other fandoms, like Underworld), but there’s also the simple fact of this being then end. I’m reluctant to say goodbye, coupled with the odd conundrum of not being satisfied enough with the finale to have been eager to watch it again. Creature of dichotomy, me.

By Wolfen Moondaughter

I feel like I’m suffering from Bipolar Disorder when watching this Rob Cooper-penned episode: I both love and dislike aspects of it at the same time. Happily, though, while I don’t count it as an all-time fave exactly, there’s never a point where I actually hate it. But I haven’t felt this conflicted over an entire episode of something since the final episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

By Wolfen Moondaughter

I have to admit, I was braced for this one to be a terrible experience, considering that it’s another episode where Keller is both a fairly major player (though thankfully not until the latter half) and a plot device (well, half of one). It therefore turned out to actually be fairly decent — maybe not my fave of Carl Binder’s eps, or even a fave in general, but better than many of his, and certainly better than I’d hoped it would be, so I can’t complain.

By Wolfen Moondaughter

This episode painted Sheppard as a bit harsher than I was comfortable with, but it paid off in a very poignant ending. Of course, I was deliriously happy that Todd was in it, and was quite happy with his characterisation. Writer Alan McCullough also wins points for succeeding somewhat where Gero didn’t in “Brain Storm” — he made McKeller tolerable for me!

By Wolfen Moondaughter

All do respect to Gero, Staite, and most especially Hewlett and my McKeller-loving readers, but I am declaring this edition of the column to be a severely “Anti-McKeller” zone. Those who would be bothered/offended by such perceptions should turn back now …. My sincerest apologies to the above parties, but in the immortal words of Popeye, “I yam what I yam” — I see what I see and feel what I feel.