Posts Tagged ‘Re-watch’

Star Trek Re-watch: “The Cage”

As promised, here is the special bonus installment of the feature Star Trek Re-watch by yours truly and Dayton Ward. This week we turn our sights toward the original series pilot, The Cage.”

It’s a mixed bag of the sublime and the ludicrous, but one that both of us enjoyed tremendously despite its rough edges. Click on through to read Dayton’s hilarious recap and my in-depth analysis. Make sure to leave all comments on the article so that they might consider hiring me and Dayton to write something else for them. Someday. If we’re lucky and promise to stop peeing on the carpets.

That’s the end of the road for us on the Star Trek Re-watch trail, and it’s been a fun journey, everyone. Our thanks to all of you who have come along for the ride.

Star Trek Re-watch: Season Three Wrap-Up

For those of you who have been taking this wild ride with me and Dayton Ward through the third season of the original Star Trek television series, over at the blog, we present our Season Three Wrap-Up.

This is not quite the end of our travels, however. To paraphrase T.S. Eliot’s poem “Little Gidding,” we end by arriving at our beginning and know the place for the first time. Which is a puffed-up way of saying that we’ll be back next week with a special bonus Star Trek Re-watch of the original series pilot, The Cage.”

As usual, please leave all comments on the article, to help me and Dayton stave off our editors’ inevitable question: “Why did we hire you two blockheads in the first place?”

Damned if we know, Hoss.

Star Trek Re-watch: “Turnabout Intruder”

It’s Thursday, and that means Dayton Ward and I have finally reached the end of Star Trek‘s wildly uneven third season in our weekly column, Star Trek Re-watch. And not a moment too soon. In fact, approximately fifty minutes and forty seconds too late.

What can I say about Turnabout Intruder that hasn’t already been muttered by its producers between strings of slurred, drunken curses of shameful regret? Plenty, as you’ll see when you click through and read my scathing analysis, which follows Dayton’s hilarious recap.

So, now that we’ve reached the third season’s final episode, that must mean we’re done, right? Not quite.

Next week we’ll bring you our wrap-up column, in which we compare our thoughts about the third season from atrocious start to embarrassing finish and all points in between. And the week after that, we’ll sign off with a special bonus Re-watch of the original series pilot, The Cage.”

After that… who knows? When we find out what’s next, we’ll let you know, but I hear rumors that Dayton and I might be busy writing books or something….

Star Trek Re-watch: “All Our Yesterdays”

It’s a bigger-than-usual Thursday over at They’ve tweaked their site design in a way that lets it still feel familiar but has a cleaner, sleeker look and feel. And, as an afterthought, they’ve published the latest Star Trek Re-watch column by yours truly and Dayton Ward.

The episode du semaine? “All Our Yesterdays.”

We’ve had to sit through some painful hours of television while rewatching the third season of the original series, but this is our late reward, and we savor it like a fine wine … because next week we have to watch “Turnabout Intruder.” You have been warned.

As always, please leave all comments on the article, so that our corporate masters over there won’t consider the months they’ve spent paying us to write these things as a total waste of time and money.

Star Trek Re-watch: “The Savage Curtain”

Welcome to another Thursday and another installment of the feature Star Trek Re-watch with analysis by yours truly and a recap by the inestimable Dayton Ward. This week we pull back The Savage Curtain to find the man standing behind it is… Abraham Lincoln?

Yeah, it’s gonna be one of those episodes. Pay no attention to the dead president behind the curtain. Instead be amazed that the reason Klingons call Kahless “the Unforgettable” is that he’s the Rich Little of Qo’noS, with his uncannily spot-on voice impressions. Ooo, he does Surak! Ooo, now he does Lincoln! Excuse me, Mister Kahless? Can you do John Wayne?

Only two more third-season episodes to go after this, and then we’ll bring you a season three wrap-up and a special bonus re-watch of the original Star Trek pilot, The Cage.”

As always, leave all comments on the Tor article, as it will sustain the illusion that what Dayton and I have been doing over there is in any way meaningful or worthwhile.

We’ll see y’all again next week when we present our skewering of All Our Yesterdays.”

Egads, another Star Trek Re-watch

The turning of the page brings us once more to Thursday, and that means another foray into Star Trek‘s pulpy past on‘s weekly feature, Star Trek Re-watch. This week, Dayton Ward and I risk madness (and alcohol poisoning) to bring you our recap and analysis of The Way to Eden.”

Space hippies, hamfisted Biblical allegories, annoying catch-phrases, implausible plot twists — yeah, this ep’s got it all, Herbert. Yay, brother, we reach—for the remote, to change the channel.

Come back next week as we get high…in the air…with The Cloud Minders.”

Someone please turn off “The Lights of Zetar”

In what is rapidly becoming a hybrid of an endurance test and a form of self-abuse, Dayton Ward and I bring you another installment of the Star Trek Re-watch on This week Dayton handles the play-by-play recap and I break out the long knives of critical analysis for the third-season episode The Lights of Zetar.”

If psychedelic light shows without music, static “action” sequences, and nonsensical solutions are what you crave, you can call off the dogs—we’ve found all that and less in this week’s 50-minute soporific from Desilu Productions.

The fine print: leave your comments, praise, and insults on the article, as no one is likely to ever see them here. Then join us again next week as we review the tale of a man who has lived for centuries, adopting many different identites while looking out for humanity. Sadly, we’re not reviewing Highlander but Requiem for Methusaleh,” and hoping it doesn’t make us grab swords and cut off our own heads in fits of depression.

Hasta la pasta, kids.