Here's why I think the new movie is just what the doctor ordered:
There's an episode of VOYAGER--I can't recall the title--where Chakotay and Seven of Nine get marooned on a jungle planet. Okay, not the most cerebral plot idea, but, back in the Sixties, TOS would have known how to have fun with it. There would have been exotic alien beasts, deadly venom-spewing plants, quicksand, and a little steamy hanky-panky around the campfire.
But on VOYAGER . . . Chakotay and Seven traipse around for awhile, Chakotay sprains his ankle, and they eventually stumble onto a harmless tribe of indigenous stone age humanoids. They then spend the rest of the episode having earnest debates about the Prime Directive and the risk of the cultural contamination. And Chakotay doesn't even seem to notice that he's stranded in the jungle with a beautiful cyborg in a skintight costume . . . .
That's when I realized that STAR TREK was starting to forget it was supposed to be fun. That it was in danger of losing touch with its snazzy pulp sci-fi roots. That it had possibly become too conscious of its own dignity and profundity.
That it was getting old . . . .
Thank God the new STAR TREK doesn't think it's beneath itself to be entertaining. I wanted to cheer when that damn lobster monster appeared. When was the last time we had a gratuitous space monster on STAR TREK?
Somewhere Janos Prohaska is smiling . . . .
There's an episode of VOYAGER--I can't recall the title--where Chakotay and Seven of Nine get marooned on a jungle planet. Okay, not the most cerebral plot idea, but, back in the Sixties, TOS would have known how to have fun with it. There would have been exotic alien beasts, deadly venom-spewing plants, quicksand, and a little steamy hanky-panky around the campfire.
But on VOYAGER . . . Chakotay and Seven traipse around for awhile, Chakotay sprains his ankle, and they eventually stumble onto a harmless tribe of indigenous stone age humanoids. They then spend the rest of the episode having earnest debates about the Prime Directive and the risk of the cultural contamination. And Chakotay doesn't even seem to notice that he's stranded in the jungle with a beautiful cyborg in a skintight costume . . . .
That's when I realized that STAR TREK was starting to forget it was supposed to be fun. That it was in danger of losing touch with its snazzy pulp sci-fi roots. That it had possibly become too conscious of its own dignity and profundity.
That it was getting old . . . .
Thank God the new STAR TREK doesn't think it's beneath itself to be entertaining. I wanted to cheer when that damn lobster monster appeared. When was the last time we had a gratuitous space monster on STAR TREK?
Somewhere Janos Prohaska is smiling . . . .