Galactic-scale cheese and corn aside, the show isn't entirely insulting to one's intelligence. The writing, drama, and characters are pretty solid and it has a "West Wing" set in space melodramatic feel. You really empathize with the characters and their predicament; these people have just been put through a holocaust and their would-be destroyers are still hot on their tail. Needless to say, tempers and prejudices run very high.

Oh, and the cylons are seriously bad-ass -- both the robotic ones and the cyborgs. In a neat bit of sci-fi writing, when a cylon dies their memories are immediately uploaded to central computer on board a "resurrection ship." The memories are then relayed to a cylon clone who is in turn sent out to re-terrorize the crew of the Galactica. I suppose it's how satan would manage reincarnation if he had the opportunity.

While not quite at the level of hard science fiction, the science isn't terrible. In fact, the writers are going out of their way to make this show realistic -- unlike its campy 1970s predecessor. A recent SciFi.com article, Reach for a Battlestar [link discovered on Gravity Lens], explores this very issue, sorting out the pseudoscience from the real science. The article covers issues such as the movement of spaceships in space, the sounds of laser fire, and uploaded memories.

Much of the show's success, I believe, is due to the fact that nature abhors a vacuum and Battlestar Galactica has beautifully filled the ecological niche left absent by Star Trek. I bet a quick survey of Battlestar fans would unveil a slew of Trekies.

Still, it's very good television space opera sci-fi and I recommend it for those who enjoy that kind of entertainment. Like me.