To say the least! I was 25, only maybe 8 months off my stint as a location manager on Miami Vice (pretty sure we shot Freefall in April ‘89, and this was January ‘90), I was working on a film right across the street and was on my day off, I’d seen
quite a lot of set time for my age, but I was basically a squealing fangirl when I hit the TNG sets. They were shooting the big Klingon council chamber scenes for Sins of the Father, and there were Klingons everywhere. It was pretty cool. Till I saw a Klingon sitting on the lift gate of the grip truck outside stage 16, and he was smoking a cigarette. That kinda crashed the illusion.
Exactly. It gets kind of lazy and formulaic. Doing it over breakfast and dishes on Strange New Hair is a step in the right direction, but it’s still just papering over expository dialog. A bandaid. Breaking it up with “Mmm, yummy omelette” doesn’t help very much. The golden rule of writing—written, staged, or filmed—is
show, don’t tell. Briefing room/conference room scenes that just roll out exposition are real story killers.
But let’s face it, SNH has much deeper writing problems than just badly handled exposition. They’ve got Uhura as a tedious Mary Sue, they’ve got—well, they had—Hemmer, who only spoke in on-the-nose life advice, they’ve got La’an, who is basically Camina Drummer with a different accent, whose
whole purpose seems to have been to set up the Gorn.
They’ve got two characters they went out of their way to introduce—Sam Kirk and Number One—who have been either AWOL or just set dressing. They’ve got plots that are either silly, transparently derivative, or both. And a Captain who has a lot more in common with Merrill Stubing than Jim Kirk. And that’s not even getting into the rampant wokery that’s ruining Chapel, or the snarky cardboard cutout that is Ortegas.
If they fired the entire writing staff and dug up Hemingway, Shakespeare, and Rod Serling, I’m not sure they could fix this show.