Replacing the beloved star of a long-running series is always tricky (remember Mayberry RFD? AfterMASH?), but SG-1 shrewdly dealt with the departure of Richard Dean Anderson by dividing his Jack O'Neill in two. New Stargate chief Gen. Hank Landry (Beau Bridges) embodies O'Neill's craggy crankiness ("I like yelling at people!") while Lt. Col. Cameron Mitchell (Ben Browder) provides the deadpan heroics. Pardon the sacrilege, but I think the show is better for the change. I liked Anderson's playing-against-type for a time, but the shtick was getting stale. (Please go easy on the hate mail I was born with a mid-life crisis.) Give Anderson credit for a graceful exit though; the chess game was a nifty pass of the torch. OK, so Mitchell isn't light-years removed from Farscape's John Crichton, but how is that a drawback? The scattering of SG-1 to the four winds offered Browder plenty of space to display his self-deprecating wit as each member of the team took turns turning down his reenlistment pitch ("Doesn't look like we're getting the band back together"). Eventually, Daniel and Teal'c returned to the fold when Browder's Farscape costar Claudia Black sashayed through the Gate as Vala. This selfish flirt grabbed Daniel's attention with a tablet linked to Arthurian treasure (Merlin was an Ancient as well as ancient) and with Jaffa bracelets that bound the archeologist to her. SG-1's trek into a British cave (sans Carter) was right out of a Saturday-matinee serial. Trapped inside a tiny room, trying to decipher a set of tiles, Mitchell nearly jumps out of his tighty-whities when Teal'c tries to pierce a stone door with a machine gun. "Whoa, man! Bullets bounce!" yelps Mitchell. Dig Teal'c's reaction Christopher Judge's split-second smirk was worth waiting the whole show for. That's how you haze a rookie.