The final bombshell: the revelation of four of the five final sleeper Cylon agents (three of whom ironically led the suicide-bombing arm of the humans' insurrection). But much like those would-be terrorists, that final episode undermined itself as the sleeper Cylons were awakened by the thread of a song that only they can hear a few lines that turned into a few lyrics, then blossomed into a startlingly wretched rendition of Bob Dylan's "All along the Watchtower." A presumed-dead Starbuck reappeared, and the scene fast-forwarded to a glistening Earth.
The tone was so drastically off the winking, boomer-centric reference to our earthly plane was so in-jokey that I felt like I had been kicked in my Wonder Con by a guffawing Luke Skywalker look-alike in a tie-dyed 'fro wig, flipping me the finger. It made about that much sense. The Sopranos can leave the bad taste of "Don't Stop Believin'<0x2009>" in your mouth because AOR rock is the soundtrack to Tony Soprano's life. But the dark, generally straight-faced BSG has been aurally embellished only by title sequence's version of the Rig Veda's Gayatri mantra, reworked by composer Richard Gibbs with Enya-esque new age vocals and tribal drums, as well as archetypally Hollywood orchestral fare and the odd, let's-get-jiggy-wit'-it Irish tin-flute. Somewhere a shark is whimpering from a severe head wound created by a misfiring motorcycle, and one can only hope season four doesn't injure more sea creatures.