Yes, yes, and yes: I was a young'un back when it first aired on television. It had been so heavily advertised as a regular broadcast show meant to tap into that vein Star Wars so wonderfully fueled with blood that no kid my age would turn away from watching this. It had just the right amount of swagger and wholesomeness that we were easily swept away to the worlds out there, and -- sure -- it probably promised far more than it ever delivered. And yet ... we still couldn't turn away.
Apollo. Adama. Athena. Starbuck. Boomer. Boxey. Casseopeia.
These were names were got to know very quickly, and we turned in during regular broadcast hours just to see what they were up to this week. As the episodes wore on, it was pretty clear that no TV show could quite match the feverish pitch that Star Wars set (1970's budgets and effects work being what they were), and I think a good number of us were still ok with that. Many who had seen Star Trek before knew that we'd likely be treated to a great deal of reused footage (as opposed to producing new starfight sequences each and every week); but I'd also agree with those who suggested that maybe the writers could've worked a bit harder at concocting stories that relied a bit less on space dogfights. Or -- at the very least -- use them a bit more sparingly ...
Still, what we got was reasonably glorious at times. The acting stayed very good, thanks in large part of the skills of Lorne Greene, Richard Hatch, and Dirk Benedict as leading men, along with Laurette Spang and Anne Lockhart (once she joined the program midway) as the leading ladies.
Hate it if you must, but I'll still go to my grave thanking the Lords of Kobol for this wondrous little gem bringing me nothing but smiles when they mattered most.