Somewhere in the gap between "appointment TV" and "well-developed narrative" lies this week's Battlestar Galactica, which tied up so many loose ends at such a frenetic pace I hardly know where to begin. Couldn't some of this have been spread out, you know, over the last few seasons? And couldn't the exposition have been less of a ham-fisted contrivance?

[coconut falls on head] I remember everything!

Don't even get me started on the inevitable introduction of [SPOILER] another final Cylon mystery [/SPOILER]. Why, Gods, why?

Overall, it's (the start) of a decent series mythology, wrapped inside an absolutely ludicrous sense of plot. Even a pro like Dean Stockwell could barely sell it. John Hodgman, however, owned the screen...