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Star Trek opinion piece from Lileks - Part 1
Read on, a very nice piece:
Hello, all you folks who’ve never really cared a whit for Star Trek! Goodbye. Our usual mix of petty events and tendentious observations resumes tomorrow. For now: deep into the Geek Sector. Deep. Indulge me, if you want – it’s not like this is some insignificant pop culture artifact. Tote all the seasons up, and Trek ran for 28 seasons. It started with LBJ and ended half a decade into the 21st century.
Are we among friends now? Okay.
One of the good things about the End of Trek: I’ll never have to listen to the bitching of fans. The more I troll the message boards and forums and Usenet groups, the more I’m convinced that the entirety of Trek Fandom is made up of people devoted to proving the inadequacies of the thing they supposedly love. Oh, that episode was horrible. Worst season ever. That show wasn’t anything like the wonderful perfect original series – remember that show where the computer ran the entire planet? No, not the one where the planet looked like the backlot for an Old West movie. No, not the one where the planet was some sort of jungle with Caucasian Polynesians who shoveled fruit into the mouth of a big computer-god. No, not the one where the planet was actually an asteroid. Oh – wait, yeah, that one. No – wait, the one where the planet was full of Indians, and the computer saved them by pushing away an asteroid – a different one than the one where McCoy was dying and fell in love with the priestess, because it was turn to get some - and Kirk was like a big war brave chief or something. Miramanee! Man, he knocked some moccasins that one. Yes, the new Trek sucks, there’s nothing like that Nazi planet episode – well, except for the Nazi planet two-parter. (Which sucked!) There was nothing that had Q in it, like in Next Gen, when he would take them all back to Robin Hood times and it wasn’t even a holodeck because he used his Q powers. For that matter, where were the holodeck stories on “Enterprise”? Not one! Okay, in the last one, but you know what I mean. You want to talk Trek, you talk Next Generation, and that means Whoopi Goldberg in a cardboard hat and a warship with a daycare center.
Complaints and trekkier-than-thou nitpickery. Ye canna change the laws of fandom.
I have an article on this very matter in the current issue of the American Enterprise magazine, my first new TV column. Go forth and buy. I was under a word-count constraint, which I blew by a factor of two, but I could have gone on for 5000 words. Trek is the lingua franca of sci-fi geeks, and anyone deeply concerned with the subject of ray-gun-and-spandex-uniforms visual fiction (like that? Makes it sound all po-mo and fancy: visual fiction) has an opinion about it. And I am one of those sorry souls. My “deep concern” consists of watching whatever they put out, once or twice a week, since 1987; prior to that, I watched the original show as a kid and watched the reruns in adolescence. It’s just a few steps up from a Buck Rogers serial, of course, but those steps keep it from being an entirely stupid way to amuse yourself for an hour or so. I don’t know why I’m sounding so apologetic. Maybe because I know how deep into the hole I’m going to go here. Ah well. If I’d written a 6000 word essay for the New York Review of Books about the social implications of Buck Rogers (“Rayguns and Auschwitz: views of utopian militarism in the totalitarian age”) I would get respect. No one would read it; they would look at the pictures, smile, fold the magazine in two and place it on the toilet tank. But two weeks later at a party I could mention the article, and people would pretend they’d read it. Instant respect. Trek gets no such respect, and probably shouldn’t; it’s pulp, it’s a soap. But it’s my pulp, my soap, and this is my site. So:
I watched Voyager, I defended it, I thought it found its legs eventually and did some nice work. But it had a crippling problem: boring characters who never changed. It had a boring relationship – modern Trek is generally incapable of portraying romance, and the relationship between Hotheaded Devil-May-Care Tom Paris and sullen, sour, uber-bitchy half-Klingon W’hatzrname was never believable. Who would put up with her crap for a day, let alone get married to her six years into an 80 year voyage? Voted Most Likely To Be Found Trussed And Gagged in a Jeffries Tube at the Academy, that one. “Deep Space Nine“ was everything the nerds and geeks say they want from TV sci-fi, but oh, how they picked the nits. Half the fanbase peeled off during DS9, because it didn’t have with Patrick Stewart screwing up his shiny mug and saying “Engage” in his patented stentorian baritone. Granted, it had the usual shaky start, but man: did it get good. It also had bad romances; Worf and the sparkly debutante: right. Soulful butch Kira with the shapeshifter: uh huh. I could see her giving him one mercy toss, but that was it, his shapeshiftery notwithstanding. The pairings didn’t work, but they were still good characters. Even the Wesley Crusher of the show, the captain’s son, was operating at 73% Crusher-irritation-factor. I’ll even forgive the teenage Ferengi. That’s how far I’ll go.
Next Generation has many “classic” moments, but so much drearily earnest tripe – and in retrospect the Federation looks so weak and touchy-feely it’s a wonder the Romulans didn’t just knock them over for target practice. Bad romance: Worf and Troi? The big mean feral warrior and the ship’s shrink? I NEED TO MATE. IT IS MY TIME. Worf, I sense you are feeling stress. I HAVE MANIFESTED THE SWORD OF KAHLISS IN MY LOWER UNIFORM. I AM . . . CONFINED. Let’s have some tea and discuss this. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND. MY PHOTON TORPEDO IS READY FOR THE LAUNCHING TUBE. Sit, you silly fellow! Right here. Mind the flowers. I DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN USE ANALOGIES TO DESCRIBE MY CONDITION. Well, if you have to get back to work, fine, but drop by later and we can talk. Worf! Put that away! Ick! The writers for the show admitted on one of the commentary tracks that they loved to show Worf getting knocked around – precisely the problem. The audience wanted Worf to do the knocking, again and again. Clobberin’ time, etc. It wasn’t until DS9 he got to command a ship and blow stuff up – well, no, not entirely true. During the Next Generation series I think he resigned his commission six times to join the Klingons in some pointless internecine scrum, and of course every time he got his old job back. Done with meddling in the affairs of a nominal ally in a way that contravenes all Federation laws and traditions, are you? Jolly good; we kept your room waiting for you. It’s all there, even that stupid sculpture in the corner with the balls on sticks.
But Enterprise – ah, now that was something different. I am tired of defending the show, and have never understood why it attracted such ire. Especially the last season, which was one long love letter to the entire history of Star Trek. Some people didn’t buy Scott Bakula as a captain – as someone who never watched Quantum Leap very much, he was new to me, and I bought it from the start. I liked the bitter little Limey as the weapons officer; I though Trip brought someone quite rare to the show – really good TV acting that found things in the character not present in the script. The Doctor – the requisite disinterested alien commenting on these curious Humans – was expertly rendered; Herbert West’s Andorian was another wet kiss to the fans on six different levels. Jolene Blalock, the Vulcan chick, was . . . painfully attractive, and the only actor to ever suggest that Vulcans had emotions that needed suppressing. And “Enterprise” had the only relationship that ever seemed to work, which is what made the finale work so well.
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