In which uncomfortable parallels are drawn, an allegory barely ages at all in 50 years, and I make myself sad. A lot.
In which the Enterprise beams aboard some hippies, the power of Song is revealed, and nothing is ever subtle.
In which McCoy searches for space-penicillin, Kirk meets space-Wolverine, and Spock compromises his captain’s mental integrity.
In which Scotty’s brain stops functioning, nobody makes backups in the 23rd century, and Spock and McCoy agree on something.
In which Star Trek tries and fails to tell a ghost story.
In which Kirk is alone, Spock is frustrated, and a planet populated by fundamentalists is not all it’s cracked up to be.
In which the moral is obvious, the characterization is great, and the remastered effects I’m not going to show you are beautiful.
In which shapeshifting can be taught, the writers have madness on the brain, and you’ll have to kill us both, it’s the only way to be sure.
In which Petruchio takes the red pill and I hate everyone. There is no third thing.