“Previously, on Battlestar Galactica“

While being sick and sore meant I couldn’t do anything creative, I could catch up on some TV — like last week’s BSG, “Rapture.”

Now this is what the series was, and should be, all about. No dogfights, perhaps, but everything but — gun battles, romantic conflicts, personal conflicts, schemes and plots, command decisions, hope and despair, mystical mumbo-jumbo and hints about what’s to come. Most of the cast members get some good moments, and it all hangs together despite being a very busy plot.

But bloody as all get-out — and I’m not talking about the body count of Colonials vs. Cylons, but the number of named/faced Cylons we see done away with — shot, zapped, neck-snapped, shut down, boxed up … I’m not quite sure what it means that there’s so much internecine blood (or whatever Cylons have) being spilled, but it was … interesting.

And, yes, the whole “Final Five” glimpse was a huge tease.

The “Reuniting with Hera” plotline was lame. Imaginative (esp. in answering the question of “How do we get over to the Cylon ship”) but, aside from that, lame. But if it means spending less time over on the Cylon ships, all the better.

We got a few more bits of the Big Love Quadrangle going on — but it was at least in the context of some other reasonable action, so we didn’t have to watch Apollo and Starbuck slow-dance around the boxing ring again. Alas, it looks like next week is dominated by the whole relationship thing, which I could do well without.

Overall, though, a good episode. If they were all like this, I’d have (as noted) only a few complaints.