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cloudboy -> Battlestar Gallactica (7/28/2006 1:23:05 PM)
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My Mistress is a Sci-Fi fan, and so she wanted me to watch Battlestar G. I'm curious if anyone else out there thinks the relationship between Number Six and Gaius Baltar is BDSMY or more akin to just straight possessive, inescapable jealousy.
Gaius' inablility to escape #6, his dependence on her, his raw attraction to her, his vulnerability before her, and her superior controling position over him as well as her ability to blackmail him all have elements of a M/S relationship, albeit with not too much "traditional" kink involved.
Any thoughts or observations?
This dialogue from Bladerunner seems rather transferrable to some of the cylons:
Deckard: She doesn't know.
Tyrell: She's beginning to suspect, I think.
Deckard: Suspect? How can it not know what it is?
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BTW: Harrison Ford driving off with Racheal is one of the sexiest scenes in all of movies.
The dialouge between them just steams as well:
Rachael: I wanted to see you, so I waited. Let me help.
Deckard: What do I need help for?
Rachael: I don't know why he [Tyrell] told you what he did.
Deckard: Talk to him.
Rachael: He wouldn't see me. (Deckard shuts his apartment door on her. He changes his mind and lets her in.)
Deckard: You want a drink? No?
Rachael: You think I'm a replicant, don't you?
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Rachael: What if I go north? Disappear. Would you come after me? Hunt me?
Deckard: No. No, I wouldn't. I owe you one. But somebody would.***
Rachael: Deckard? You know those files on me? The incept date, the longevity, those things. You saw them?
Deckard: They're classified.
Rachael: But you're a policeman.
Deckard: I didn't look at 'em.
Rachael: You know that Voight-Kampff test of yours? Did you ever take that test yourself? (Deckard falls asleep on the couch.) Deckard?
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Deckard: I dreamt music. [His own memories of musical tunes may be implants.]
Rachael: (doubtfully) I didn't know if I could play. I remember lessons. I don't know if it's me or Tyrell's niece.
Deckard: (complimenting) You play beautifully.
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Deckard: Now you kiss me.
Rachael: I can't rely on...
Deckard: Say 'kiss me.'
Rachael: 'Kiss me.' (They kiss passionately.)
Deckard: 'I want you.'
Rachael: 'I want you.'
Deckard: Again.
Rachael: 'I want you.' Put your hands on me. (They kiss again.)
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Deckard: Do you love me?
Rachael: I love you.
Deckard: Do you trust me?
Rachael: I trust you. (He kisses her again.)
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