Back when I was just a young 'un, walking to school in my bare feet uphill both ways with the snow knee-deep even in May, there was this show called Battlestar Galactica. It warn't the same show you kids watch, now. This 'un had unicorns and pig-ignorant Cylons and really awful space battles, and every inhabited planet had humans what spoke the same language as the heroes.
Even the Teevee Guide channel described it as a "Big-budget sci-fi flop that was more than a bit reminiscent of Star Wars."
Wal, I dunno 'bout that. If you're comparing it to Episode II, mebbe.
But we loved us that show. We loved it like we love a big ol' tub of horrible stinky cheese. Sometimes, ain't nuthin better than a heaping helping of stinky cheese. Besides, we didn't have all them reality teevee shows to load up on. We had to get our gawd-awful teevee where we could, and we was grateful for what the good lords at ABC gave us. Grateful, I tells ya.
You kids these days just don't have no appreciation for classic cheese.