So far I must say for me this has defines "going downhill".
With the announcement that they were going to remake it, I though "Fair enough, I loved the Star Trek reboot" and although I liked it, the original never held a special sacred status as it does for many others.
Then when it was to be an all female crew I was skeptically excited thinking how much fun it could be, all while fearing what I presumed to be the inevitable revealing catsuits, impractical/impossible hair, heels, and the typical passive female helplessness which is so pervasive.
At what point the uniforms were released and I felt my fears were unfounded and I could possibly like this more than the original.
The pack, well, it looked a bit steampunk, but so long as they weren't flying about a modern cityscape with an airship, well, I'd give them the benefit of the doubt, but it didn't excite me. Like food where you aren't hungry, yet have no memory of what you ate.
But the car.
Travesty is perhaps a most fitting word. It's like the designers turned to plain oatmeal for their inspiration, laced with just enough LSD to explain the yellow light.