My sister bought her husband a Next Generation uniform this past Christmas. Brendan, this one’s for you.
It seems Klingons love Subway
Actress Denise Crosby explores the phenomenon of the Trekkie, in interviews with a range of Star Trek fans, their families and actors from all of the Trek incarnations.
Just to get this out of the way before we get started, I used to be a Trekkie. Up until about my mid-teens I was nutty for Star Trek. It started when I was 7, and Next Generation was first broadcast. For about the next seven or eight years I was all over that shit. The shows, books, a few models, hell I even went to a convention. It wasn’t a very big convention and there weren’t any famous people there, but I was 15 and it was awesome. As awesome as it was though, that was the beginning of the end for me. I never really got into Deep Space 9 or Voyager, and I didn’t even notice Enterprise until it was almost over. I still haven’t seen the Nemesis movie yet in fact. I didn’t make any conscious decision to leave that part of me behind; it was just something I grew out of. My attention passed on, as it does, to a wider range of cultural pursuits, and girls (and excessive masturbation. Don’t look at me like that. You know you did it too). This is a film about those who either never did move on, or just haven’t got there yet.
Director Roger Nygard took on the project after being pitched on it by Denise Crosby herself, who he had directed in his 1991 feature debut High Strung. She conducts all the interviews at a series of conventions all over the US in 1996/97 (her insider status was no doubt helpful in getting the participation of the actors) but the film isn’t really hosted or narrated; the subjects just speak for themselves. Frankly, she probably couldn’t get much of a word in anyway. These people can’t half talk. The lack of any narration does have one advantage though: it negates the chance of the film being seen as judgmental. As a viewer, you are of course welcome to make your own judgments on the people you will be introduced to over these ninety minutes, but Nygard and Crosby will not make your mind up for you.
Have you ever seen a poodle in a Starfleet jumpsuit? I have. I don’t think that’s an image I’m going to forget anytime soon, and I have this movie to thank for it. Depending on your opinions on fandom in general and Trekkies in particular, you’re going to find this film somewhere on the scale between “these are my people” and “these are real people?”. For me it was somewhere in the middle; just north of “most of these people are a bit endearingly loopy but that one guy scares the hell out of me”. Be warned: the poster paints this as riotously funny. It’s really not, except for the contrasting moments where both James Doohan and DeForest Kelley tell the stories of the most memorable thing they have ever received from a fan. That’s all I’m saying.