Ok. It’s officially an obsession : the new iteration of Star Trek. A love/hate relationship? Oh, yeah. Visuals, fabulous – plot lines and continued stereotypes, dreadful. Ugh! I’ve put up with so much regurgitation of plot lines and tropes over the last month – I really hoped and dreamed that somehow the show would manage to move beyond these old chestnuts. Episode five pretty much convinced me that I was bound to be disappointed. Until the last scene. The gay science officer and the gay chief medical officer alone in their quarters, talking over recent traumatic events. The director/writer nailed the scene with the tandem tooth-brushing – a perfect domestic cohabitation scene. But then they fucked it up. Truly fucked it up. Let me down. Let all of us down. A scene that would have ended up with a deeply affectionate or even passionate kiss had the couple been heterosexual , ended with a coy touch and a cold parting. Geez! WTF? What godamned century are we living in? I just can’t express how pissed I am at the cowardess of the producer/director/writer . Where are your cojones? I am so, so, so angry.
