Ouch

The reason you'll never catch me saying Battlestar Galactica is the best show on television is episodes like this one last Sunday, which actually beat out the Tigh "comedy" episode in suckitude. (As Asa noted, the Tigh episode was the show trying something new and not being very good at it, while this episode was doing what Galactica should supposedly be good at, and doing it even worse than the comedy.) I mean, the retroactively-inserted girlfriend (who we kept seeing the same damn footage of, over and over until I felt like I was watching The Constant Gardener again), the black market being located on a single ship, the sheer contrivance of every line and action taken... ugh. Oh, and Mark Verheiden? Between this ep and the sub-par Lucy Lawless episode, you are clearly the weak link in the writer's room here.

Man, the Pegasus/Resurrection Ship three-parter was unrelenting in its awesomeness. When Galactica falls, it falls far.