Ah, Harry Mudd, that old rascal I’ve heard so much about. I’ve seen a version of the man, of course–Rainn Wilson in Discovery–but not Classic Harry Mudd, not until now.
I’ve got to admit, I wasn’t exactly expecting the hat. Or the mustache. Or the giant poofy sleeves.
Considering how much I enjoyed “The Naked Time,” I was really looking forward to sitting down and watching “The Enemy Within.” So, we did, and . . . well . . .
Boy. Talk about an episode you like in concept and not in execution.
Lately, Mek and I have been on something of an Agatha Christie kick, so recently we checked out an adaptation of one of her novels–a novel, coincidentally, that neither of us have read: Crooked House.
There’s potential here. But there are some fucking weird directorial choices, too.
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Well, after four episodes of gloom and doom, we get to the episode of TOS where everyone just gets space drunk.
I’m sure this says something deeply unflattering about me, but this is easily my favorite episode so far.
So, last month. Mekaela and I are doing our annual Christmas viewing of Die Hard, and we begin–not for the first time–talking about what a genderbent remake of the movie might look like. Not so much from a “let’s cast this” perspective (although, yeah, I’m gonna discuss that too), but more along the lines of “how does the story change if all the characters swapped genders?”
And I thought, Hey, Genderbent Wednesdays might be a kinda fun, very occasional feature on the blog. (Not that I’m absolutely committing, considering how Second Chance Tuesdays died a swift and lonely death, but still. I’d like to try it out.) So, here we are. On a Wednesday.
Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker.
So, okay. After “The Man Trap” and “Charlie X”–an episode which was obviously supposed to air around Thanksgiving, a holiday that I’m kinda surprised to discover we still apparently celebrate in the future, albeit with synthetic meat loaf–we’re now circling back to “Where No Man Has Gone Before,” TOS’s pilot after their last pilot got trashed.
This . . . this isn’t one of my favorites.
. . . you know, I’m starting to think that nothing good ever happens to sole survivors in Star Trek. Like, where are my aspirational stories, man? Where are the happy endings for these castaways?