Dave Cullen, deservedly, savages Star Trek Discovery Season Two. My bride and I are currently painfully making our way through the episodes, because we view all things Trek. I will admit that Season Two is not as bad as Season One, although that would have been a hard feat to accomplish. It looks and sounds a bit more like Trek, rather like a bat is more like a bird than a wombat is. However, neither is a bird, and Star Trek Discovery really isn’t Trek.
I used to enjoy the whole Star Trek franchise. Reruns of TNG and their all too frequent Level 3 diagnostics turned me off. Patrick Stewart’s politics finished that bunch for me. Since the new series requires a subscription, that is a guarantee that I will not watch it.
Hollywood can’t do much right anymore. I do want to see Ford v Ferrari. Being a semi-gearhead and an aficionado of all things Old Ford related, it should be enjoyable.
It’s not enough for women to succeed, men must also fail.
Thanks for the warning, fellas.
Science fiction went to pot when it became girly.
I don’t watch any modern Star Trek any longer. Feminist. LGBT. Done with it.