Here are the top three reviews we picked out of those sent in for Bad Timing. It was a very difficult decision, as over four hundred reviews were sent, mostly along the lines of, "how could they do this to us!". Plenty of extremely good reviews didn't make it - sorry to everyone who sent one in that didn't get used.

See the Farscape fan reviewer Roll of Honour.

Nik Kraakenes
And they died happily ever after...

For an episode that was shot as a season finale rather than as an end of a whole series this works perfectly. The pacing was impeccable, from the quickly established problem at the beginning, through the desperate tension of finding the solution to the edge of the seat uncertainty of its accomplishment. And then the killer epilogue!

Every character got to do something; it was nice to see Pilot as the hero that saves the day. The emotional goodbye between John and Jack managed not to be cheesy. And what's going on with Sikozu? What is she doing letting Braca perve over the both of them like that? Entertaining, and highly twisted.

But what an ending! We'd waited four seasons for John and Aeryn to finally, properly, get it together, and we were given exactly what we wanted. And then had it taken away! Perfect.

If that is the last ever Farscape then it was a beautiful ending, horrific, but beautiful too. An arbitrary death by some unknown wierdo is so much more apt for this show than being killed by an established villain. And if it's not the end? Well, disintergration is perhaps not quite as final as it first seems: transformer-face wierdo is ordered to "Naturalise for analysis"...

I hope Dargo's mournful howl is not to be the last ever line on Farscape, but if it was, then I can shed a tear and be satisfied I've just watched the best sci-fi television ever.

Graham
What can you say? The last ever. Brilliant to the end. The programme has been unique in so many ways, and challenging always. Looking back at the bad episodes I�m just resentful that the time was wasted.

As for this one? Well, the opening section when the boys and girls talk separately about what was meant by "commitment" was as well done as any drama, let alone a sci-fi programme. The quick cutting both between and backwards was, at the risk of sounding clichéd, beautifully done by a programme at the height of its powers. The effect of Scorpius, Braca and JC finishing each others' sentences as we cut between them also showed a confidence in the production that was fully justified.

In fact, it is impossible to fault this episode at all. Even the soft moments (JC talking to his Dad from the moon, and the proposal scene) were moving without being maudlin. This was especially so with the latter, with a blind Chiana asking what was happening and being the only one who really understood the significance. See, all that time on Earth watching daytime TV wasn�t wasted.

Witty, subversive, impressive, thoughtful, and different. A real jewel of a programme that leaves a hole that is almost impossible to fill.

And in the end, a programme that puts one of the most scheming, hard-edged villains ever in a bunny suit has to get full marks, doesn�t it?

Dave Bentley
I don't think I ever had to lie down for a few minutes to recover from a TV programme before.

A superb ending and fitting for a planned series finale. Except, of course, for those terrible last moments. D'Argo's incongruously childlike screams will be with me for a long time.

I came late to Farscape, within the last year. Was it always this good? For me, what sets it apart is they way the characters demand our empathy. All of them: the trinity of Scorpius, Sikozu and Stark included.

It's easy to criticise. "Your math is impeccable." What math? The wormhole popping theory was just a hunch. And where did that ring come from? But as we have to suspend belief anyway what does it matter?

The one-liners and asides deserve a place in a Hall of Fame. And the allusions - as good as ever. Unless I'm mistaken, Hamlet, Close Encounters and Dr Strangelove all turned up in Bad Timing one way or another, and probably plenty more too that I didn't catch at the usual breathless pace.

Claudia Black's elocution has always left me gasping. Ironic that, at the death, we could barely hear her final words. That's love for you. And so we mourn.