What makes The Alternative Factor the hands-down, very worst Trek episode for me is the combination of a lazy, self-indulgent, unbelievable premise, a schizophrenic plot that nobody in six decades has been able to follow, and the requirement that our heroes must be morons for the Lazari to do what they do and for the final tragedy to take place.
The premise is not unique to Trek, but it is kind of uniquely ludicrous. If you touch another version of yourself from another universe you will die, or things near you will be destroyed, or the universe will end. Really? How does the local universe, or the multiverse, know that two objects are counterparts of each other? Lazarus' body is not one single thing with a unique ID that's registered in some kind of multicosmic database; it's a collection of gazillions of cells that have been getting added to, removed from, and changed in, that body for its entire life. How many cells have to match? If the tipmost cell in my left ring finger was made from a baked potato in one universe and a Wendy's double in another, are they the same cell? How does the universe know? What about the components within those cells? How many atoms have to be the "same" from both universes? How many sub-atomic particles? There's literally no possible mechanism to enforce this mutual destruction other than "bad writing magic."
And if there
was a mechanism for this, how risky would it be to deliberately bring matter and anti-matter into collision with each other to propel starships? Wouldn't you have to make sure that no two corresponding particles were ever present in the plus and minus deuterium storage tanks (or whatever) of any starship anywhere? How would you even do that? How many starships in how many universes mysteriously blew those universes to smithereens in this way before the events of this episode taught us how easy it is to utterly destroy two universes?
The premise kinda sorta sounds plausible unless you think about it for a minute or two. Now I suppose if we can forgive the insane magic of transporters, we can forgive this nonsense too. But ...
The much worse problem with the episode is how stupid the crew is at every turn. It all culminates with two men being consigned to an existential hell inside a spinning newspaper for the rest of all eternity because Spock forgot he can put people to sleep with his fingertips. He was standing there on the planet, literally right behind an antagonist who was grappling with Kirk, and the finest first officer in the fleet did
nothing? Literally, all he had to do was neck-pinch the "bad" Lazarus and then that one could have been tossed into the magnetic corridor — alone — and his bubbleship then vaporized to lock it forever, or he could have been humanely euthanized for the welfare of two entire universes, or he could have been mindwiped at Elba II like Captain Garth, and the "good" Lazarus could then have lived out his kind, gentle life in peace, with plenty of free time to see a barber about that horrible beard.
Now, with that being
said ranted, every episode does indeed offer something of value, and this one is no exception. I do enjoy
- Charlene Masters' character;
- seeing how dilithium is stored, monitored, and recharged (a new area of the ship shown!);
- the Vasquez Rocks footage with recurring extras Billy Blackburn, Ron Veto, Tom Lupo, and one of the Caliente brothers (sorry I forget which); and
- close-ups of a not-too-common curved-corridor redress that puts extra red hex-mesh panels where the outer wall of the sickbay complex normally is.
But otherwise, this is the worst by a good margin. It hurt me in places the space-hippies and brainless Spock never even thought of touching. I could show you where on the doll if it wasn't still a fresh trauma.