Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Confession Session (Netflix)

I feel safe enough to admit this here: I watch Star Trek.

A friend of mine was talking about starting a new TV show and shyly mentioned the name. I jumped right on it. I had been wanting to watch it mainly out of curiosity. So, here we were. Two young ladies in our twenties. Agreeing that we would watch this 60's sci-fi TV show together over the course of a few months. The next time we got together we selected the pilot and away we went.

It was crazy. Pushing aside the innovative special effects (for the time, obviously) and the fact that there was an African American woman being portrayed on TV as something other than a maid or less, it was a good episode of a TV show. There were little bits of humor interspersed a very unexpected plotline.

We're about ten episodes in and each episodes starts in a way that you can't anticipate the ending. One episode starts off where they're investigating this frozen planet where they find dead bodies in a  research station. Turns out that they got infected by a disease where their inhibitions are lowered and SPOCK CRIES. Let me repeat. SPOCK CRIES. Even if you've never seen an episode or any movie version you know that that's weird. And, it turns out, completely hilarious.

Also, my friend and I have decided that there must be a running gag that in every episode someone tries to impersonate Captain Kirk. That's probably the only predictable plot point in each episode. And now it's just become fun trying to figure out when it'll happen and who will discover it's not the real Kirk (let's be real, it's almost always Spock).

I'm a little sad that when I mention I watch Star Trek people just scoff. Because it's a genuinely good show and I wish more people would take the time to give it a try. On the other hand, then it's like I have this secret that only a few people really know about. Only the select few who care enough to travel back in time. And forward in time. And space. HAHA GET IT?

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