This is, hands down, the worst episode ever. (And that category is getting increasingly crowded.) In addition to the series's other shortcomings -- like the wretched writing and directing -- it's become painfully clear that Zachary Levi cannot act to save his soul. No matter what he tries he ends up coming across like a neurotic teenage boy and/or a clownish Jerry Lewis. Either way it's pure torture watching him and Gomez and the lot of them -- with the possible exceptions of Strahovski and Baldwin (and even they are grating on my nerves lately).
