Some Pointless Pop Culture Discussion

Anyone else see the grand series finale of Star Trek: Enterprise called “These Are The Voyages”? Man, what a steaming turd of a show. In fact, turds would make better viewing. I would say I could pull a better script out of my ass, but then I’d be taking this whole fecal allusion too far. But images of shit are what dance about one’s brain when watching this flushable collection of dramatized excreta.

Thus ends a pointless prequel in a franchise that should have died with its creator, Gene Roddenberry. Anyone who knows anything about Star Trek knows that the entirety of blame for everything wrong with all the recent series and movies (and there was a lot) can be attributed to two brain dead men: Rick Berman and Brannon Braga. How these nitwits got to inherit control over this most cherished of cultural staples I will never understand. Why were the reigns not passed to Roddenberry’s wife, who has shown great adeptness in overseeing other posthumous Roddenberry creations (like Andromeda and Earth: Final Conflict) —that is, before the suits dumbed down those shows, too?

As a result, I have no more faith in big-network corporate American TV science-fiction. The Sci-Fi network’s new BattleStar Galactica series is extraordinary, it really is. And their Stargate and Stargate: Atlantis behemoths continue to bring in grand ratings through good acting, consistent scripts and excellent stories; it’s because Sci-Fi is still small and idealistic. I fear, though, that Sci-Fi’s success may eventually compel the dumbening-down of those shows, too. Oh well, back to reading books.

Meanwhile, I wouldn’t be the geek that I am if I didn’t comment on Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith. It’s better than Episodes I and II. It’s not as good as Episodes IV, V and VI. That’s all you need to know.

I will continue to go to bed each night, confused, wondering how uncreative men with dumb-ass ideas and no sense of story continue to make billions of dollars ostensibly as “storytellers.” Lucas, Braga and Berman, I’m lookin’ at youse.