Some reviewers write positive reviews of Trek movies. Some reviewers write negative reviews of Trek movies. And then there are some reviewers who are moved to hilarity and to eloquence by how much they hated a particular Trek movie. I like those in the third category very much.
One in particular that comes to mind is "Alexandra DuPont"'s review of Nemesis for Ain't It Cool News. It is thoughtful:
One in particular that comes to mind is "Alexandra DuPont"'s review of Nemesis for Ain't It Cool News. It is thoughtful:
It is unsparing:...like the best James Bond movies, "Trek" made its audience feel "sophisticated" even as it indulged certain base desires. Bond indulged a need for sex and violence while making you feel cool; "Trek" indulged a need for sci-fi thrills while making you feel like you were grappling with something, you know, "profound." (AND it threw in some sex and violence, to boot.)
It is ultimately melancholy:
Where Wrath of Khan is clean and terse and memorable, Nemesis is entirely too chatty for its own good — and its story is propelled by just the sort of technobabble that pretty much every "Star Trek" fan but Rick Berman has had his or her fill of. (I mean, come on; the Enterprise is drawn into the story by detecting a bunch of android parts lying in pieces on a far-flung planet's surface? What the hell kind of booby trap is that?
I would love to know of other people's favorite examples of this phenomenon.
"Voyager" and Insurrection are where "Star Trek" really, genuinely lost it — where "Trek" started looking like it was set in a Sheraton hotel lobby and the series became obsessed with maintaining its "universe" and the story editors started piling on temporal anomalies and other ass-forged deus ex machina in a blatant underestimation of their audience and nobody ever got their shirt ripped during a fight or got dirty or drunk or laid. The series, which had started out glorying in all that was human and raw and sexy, confined its "sexuality" to icy bondage queens like Seven of Nine and T'Pol.