Who says TV drama is dying? 24, Friday Night Lights, and now Battlestar Galactica are roaring back, and BSG is in every sense a spectacular blast.
Now that Earth the long-sought homeland of Admiral Adama (Edward James Olmos) and the universe's surviving humans has proved to be a burned crisp, it's as though every major character has come unmoored emotionally, robot Cylons included. Mary McDonnell's President Laura Roslin, devastated by cancer and a shaken faith, says, ''I was wrong about everything.'' She and the admiral become closer, two souls clinging while everything is cast into doubt, including the law and order the two of them represent. Get ready for a big mutiny in space, as human hatred of the Cylons morphs more complexly into interspecies alliances and betrayals. Some are shocking, and yet, as drama, just right for anyone who's been following the show. What am I hinting at? Let me just quote Roslin: ''Felix Gaeta who would have thought?''
So rich is the intrigue, so low-down the battles (Katee Sackhoff's Starbuck blows away enemies with a ferocity that would make Clint Eastwood dance a jig), that what has long seemed a crucial plot point who is the fifth and final Cylon? is placed in a new context: Does it matter, if everyone is trying to kill each other? BSG is the most moral show on television, in its acute concern for the preservation of honorably lived lives and the infinite corruptibility of man...and robots. Ye gods, it's great. A