Wednesday morning, 5:30am: can Commander Adama escape the Cylons this time? Yes, I’m seriously addicted, but now it’s over until the start of season 3 in October. This paranoid and claustrophobic series is narrative crack, and it takes the classic relationship troubles between humans and artificial intellgence (think Blade Runner) to the next level: now they reincarnate, and there are robot-human triangles and worse. No, this isn’t Shakespeare, but it’s compelling as all frack. The season finale is just about brilliant.