Lower Decks: The New Next Generation

I'm a few weeks behind the release of the final episode of Star Trek: Lower Decks -- partly due to holidays, partly due to travel, and partly because I'm just not ready to let the series go. But here it is, my post on "The New Next Generation."

The Cerritos must find a way to stop the destruction of their universe by a massive energy distortion. They must evade the Klingon ships chasing them, weather reality-changing ripples that affect their ship, and realize the unique strengths throughout their crew. And once they survive, things will never be the same.

This was a very well-crafted finale for a show that was always well-written. It deftly wove together different elements introduced throughout the entire fifth season, bringing back the Klingon brothers, Starbase 80, Ensign Olly, and more. So much came together in payoff of this top-notch final run.

I finally did get more of Rutherford and Tendi, as I've been asking for for the last few episodes. I do wish Rutherford's growing discontent with the Cerritos had been handled as well as Boimler's season-long arc to emulate his alternate universe doppelganger; it almost seemed as though the normally sunny Rutherford had possibly been replaced some doppelganger of his own without us knowing. But in the end, each character demonstrated the lessons they've learned as they united to save the day. Just as it should be.

I rarely mention just how gorgeous the animation can be on Lower Decks, but since this is my last chance, I want to call it out now. The look of the Klingon ships struck me as especially great, as did every aspect of the journey toward the distortion. And the big "glamour shot" that I used to illustrate this post, with its heroic angle and dramatic lighting, was everything that one final look at our core characters together needed to be.

I love that the message of this particular episode was slyly directed at fans: this may be the end, but it isn't The End. These characters have always grown and changed (unlike many animated characters), and they will keep doing so. We may not be able to watch their adventures, but they will be having them, and those adventures will be great. It felt like a pitch perfect ending to me.

...in large part because the episode kept packing in as many jokes as we've come to expect from Lower Decks. A brief appearance of Discovery-style Klingons. A great in-joke about how the design of Klingon spaceships never changes. Ransom delivering the best "go to warp" catch-phrase that any ship captain could ever adopt. I give "The New Next Generation" an A-, taking half a mark for the rushed Rutherford elements... and perhaps because I haven't yet learned the lesson it was trying to teach me about letting go.

Star Trek: Lower Decks, I'm so glad we had you -- especially this final, phenomenal season.

Lower Decks: Fissure Quest

In the penultimate episode of Star Trek: Lower Decks, the writers really just dumped out the toy box to play, giving us the cameo-tastic episode "Fissure Quest."

Boimler's transporter clone commands a secret mission on a secret starship, hopping between realities in search of the people who have been opening rifts between realities. His crew, assembled from an array of alternate timelines, includes T'Pol, Curzon Dax, Dr. Garak and his husband Julian Bashir (a medical hologram), and a gaggle of Harry Kims. When they do indeed discover who is behind the fissures between realities, they're in for a big surprise -- and also in for a catastrophe that may destroy all realities.

I'll get my one small criticism of this episode out of the way right up top here. As I noted of the previous episode, knowing that we're on the last few episodes of the final season, it feels a bit off to spend an episode not focused on all the core characters of the series -- particularly in a season that hasn't gotten a lot of mileage out of Tendi and especially Rutherford (who again, are barely in this episode). In the most cynical light, you could view this like the series finale of Star Trek: Enterprise, which -- in trying to "send off" the then-past two decades of Star Trek -- lost focus on its own cast.

But I find it impossible to see "Fissure Quest" in that cynical light -- not when the writers so clearly love, deeply, all of the disparate threads of Star Trek they're pulling together here. (While still leaving themselves one final episode for the regular Lower Decks heroes to take center stage and save the day.)

Consider what a meal they served Garrett Wang, having him return to voice a dozen different Harry Kims (Harrys Kim?) in a story line that joyfully played with his "forever Ensign" status. Wang really did get to infuse Kim with more personality than any Voyager script ever allowed him to do, plus he got to play the villain as trouble-causing Lieutenant Kim.

After decades of Andrew Robinson telling anyone and everyone who asked that "yes, I was playing Garak as a gay character, who explicitly was crushing on Julian Bashir," the writers brought him back to make that subtext into text. OK, maybe having Bashir be a hologram undermined the perfection of that moment the tiniest bit... but the sentiment seemed to come from absolutely the right place, and both Robinson and Alexander Siddig clearly had fun playing an old married couple for an episode.

In what world could any of us have imagined that Alfre Woodard would come back to Star Trek, reprising her First Contact character of Lily Sloane? But then, why wouldn't she take the part when it shined the spotlight on her character's expertise completely independent of Zefram Cochrane? Plus, it had her recontextualizing the spirit of exploration that is the very core of Star Trek in a brand new and interesting way that flipped the table on the whole "aren't alternate universes in pop culture getting tired?" argument.

Perhaps the greatest gift of all was to Jolene Blalock (here credited by first name only), brought back to play T'Pol -- mercifully, for once, not as a gratuitous sex object for a horny audience and apparently hornier writers. Instead, she was put with a captain who actually appreciated and accepted her intelligence. She was shown to be a most devoted friend (to Curzon Dax -- another fun "deep pull" from Star Trek past). And she was even, through a stitch of dialogue, given the happy ending with "Trip" Tucker that Enterprise denied her.

I love that amid this parade of cameos, we also got a clever story reveal: the "Big Bad" we've been teased with all season was not actually villainous at all, and the fissures we've seen were not part of some nefarious scheme. Nevertheless, the entire galaxy is threatened, and Our Heroes have just one episode to stop it.

I give "Fissure Quest" an A-. (It probably would have been an A, absent the disappointment of losing time with the core Lower Deckers in the final season.) Now all that's left is to conclude this series-best season with a solid finale to cement its place in the Star Trek franchise.

But How Was the Skiing?

Two days of posting about my trip to Banff, and I haven't gotten to the main point of said trip -- the skiing. (I could totally become a recipe blogger!) Alright, time to get down to business.

My husband and I have the Ikon Pass this season, giving us access to three different locations in Banff collectively known as SkiBig3: Banff Sunshine, Lake Louise, and Mount Norquay. We had four full days in Alberta, and our loose plan was to try each resort on one day and then, if we weren't too tired, return to our favorite.

On day "zero," though -- the night we arrived in Banff, we needed to pick up our rental gear. We'd decided not to lug skis, boots, and poles in our luggage, so we picked those up from a shop in town. This was my first time using rental gear since I'd struggled to learn years ago, and it was... fine. Once you know enough to know what feels right, anything else is, quite literally, "not right." But it would get the job done.

We went to Banff Sunshine on day one, which also turned out to be the coldest ski day we were there. After mistakenly exiting the gondola at a "mid-station," it took us a while to find our way to the more interesting places to ski. (And I should note that for us, "interesting" means "groomed blues." We're really not into moguls. A chance to ski into some trees -- but out again quickly -- is acceptable, but not required.) We tried a lot of different trails and found the skiing to be decent.

• At a moment I turned weird on (apparently) some patch of ice (?), I caught an edge and went down hard. I was glad to have my helmet from home... but I probably gave myself whiplash from the impact. My neck hurt to varying degrees for the rest of the trip. I'll blame it on the rentals.
  

• On one particular lift, you pass a sign telling you that you've crossed into British Columbia. And then, before you get off the lift, another telling you you're back in Alberta. I have to check out a map and see what strange spur of cartography made this possible; I'd thought the border between the two provinces was more-or-less straight.

• When you are ready to leave for the day, the run all the way to the bottom is rather nice. It's green, but not too green, and is a nice, long trail to end the day on.
  

Day two, we went to Lake Louise. It was almost twice the drive from where we were staying, and ended up having its pros and cons. The scenery is breathtaking, with beautiful vistas almost everywhere. Plus, there were long, blue runs everywhere -- just to my liking.

...but, we could only ever seem to find like two of them. It seemed like no matter which lift we took, no matter which way we decided to exit and start down, we'd very quickly link back up with a run we'd taken before, and find ourselves on the same trail to the same destination. The weather changed more than the skiing, from a biting wind up high, quickly down into a sunny day, and then into a low-riding fog bank, before back out into the sun again.

I hear there's more variety on the back side of Lake Louise? But I also hear it's mostly in the form of mogully blacks; we never went to see it for ourselves. It didn't take many of these long top-to-bottom runs to wear ourselves out (and doubt we'd ever find a different path). So, beautiful as Lake Louise was, we soon had our fill of it.

Day three was the mistake. "SkiBig3" turns out to be more "SkiBig2-and-a-quarter," because there simply isn't much to Mount Norquay. We knew going in that it was smaller, and we also knew that not as much snow had fallen there this early in the season, so not as many runs were open. But we really weren't expecting what was basically, two adjoining "learn to ski" hills, each with its own very slow lift. We skied at Norquay for barely an hour before deciding to just rest up and save ourselves for the final day.

We decided to go back to Banff Sunshine for that final day, and were glad we did. The weather was warmer than it had been on day one, and we were able to explore more widely. I got a photo on a run inexplicably called "Star Trek"...

...and we generally found the resort to be better than we'd thought on day one.

It was a good four days of skiing overall. But also overall, I think it made us appreciate just how good we've got it in Colorado. Traveling itself was nice, and skiing somewhere completely new a novelty -- but Coloradans don't have to travel to another country to have amazing skiing. Though we did have fun, I'd say the "SkiBig3" still fall short of Vail, Aspen Snowmass, and maybe even a handful of others right here in Colorado.

Maybe I just missed my own ski gear that much. I still have several months of the season to test that theory.

Men About Town

On our Canadian ski trip, we spent a lot of our down time in the town of Banff. It's the sort of town that accompanies many ski resorts, a couple square miles of shops, restaurants, and bars for the incoming tourists to wander. Just on the edge of town was the castle-like Fairmont Banff Springs Hotel -- not where we stayed, but part of the lovely view from the place we did stay.

Some of the destinations we visited included:

Park Distillery. A local maker of spirits, with a solid cocktail menu. Many of those were offered 50% off during a happy hour that ran every day from 3:00 to 5:00 pm -- easily doable on a "ski day" schedule, and thus a popular spot. They smoke one of their drinks by just charring a slab of wood and resting it on the glass: a low tech but effective technique. We stopped here enough that later, at the end of the trip, when we arrived early at the airport with little to do but stroll through the duty-free shop, I impulse-bought a bottle of their Maple Rye to take home. I'd never had a Park Distillery spirit straight, and it turns out they have their cocktails down to a science. The rye itself is syrupy in texture and sickly sweet. I'll need to experiment.

The Canadian Brewhouse. A sports bar, Canadian style. Which means dozens of TVs everywhere, nearly all of them showing hockey. We never actually watched our hometown Colorado Avalanche here, being too tired at the end of each ski day to wait around for the possibility. We did catch one Avs game in our hotel room, though. (Thanks to the greed of the team owners in TV licensing, it's generally easier to watch the team in Canada than in Denver.)

 

Tim Hortons. I'd heard about this donut-and-coffee chain but had never been to one. We ended up hitting the one in Banff a couple of times for something fast and easy when that's exactly what we needed most mornings. Not bad -- especially their classic "Honey Dip" style donut. Plus, they call their donut holes "Timbits," which is a bit funny/weird. Almost as funny/weird as a commercial we caught in which someone who gets out of physical therapy from a hospital going back to bring Timbits to their nurse in the strangest act of Yuletide cheer.

Three Bears Brewery. A decent restaurant and maker of craft beer. They have a big mural on the wall that we were seated right next to: a forest in which the three bears of their logo were hidden. I spent half the meal obsessed with finding the last "baby bear," and thankfully did at last, or it would have haunted me forever. Also, the place is a stop on....

Banff's Hot Chocolate Trail. For a month-and-a-half in November and December, something like 50 different places in town each offer their own custom hot chocolate concoction. Some are boozy, some are not. Some fit the theme of the restaurant or coffee shop, others don't. But you can pretty much pick at random and find a delicious hot chocolate anywhere you go. I wish I'd tried a few more while I was there, but there's kind of only so much sweet you can take, no matter how you appreciate the warming beverage.

Evelyn's Coffee Bar. There is a Starbucks in Banff... but I don't know why you'd ever choose their "tastes burnt" coffee when, just half a dozen doors down, you can support someplace local instead.

Banff Upper Hot Springs. We sort of tried visiting this place, expecting a natural spring you could soak in. Instead, water from the spring had just been directed into a large swimming pool... which was quite crowded. We took one look and decided "never mind"; if it had seemed more "attuned to nature," or less crowded, we probably would have stayed, but both seemed like a deal breaker.

The Maple Leaf. Our nicest dinner of the trip was at this place, that served us two tasty entrees: a delicious steak and a bison bolognese.

Zyka. An Indian restaurant we hit for dinner one night. Not as good as our local favorite Indian restaurant back home, but still very good.

Aside from walking in and out of more souvenir shops than I could count, that basically covers our time in the town of Banff. Which only leaves, for next time, the skiing...

National Park, Canada-Style

Hello, readers! I've just returned home from a fun vacation to Canada -- specifically to Banff National Park in Alberta. The place is renowned for skiing at the "Ski Big 3" destinations of Lake Louise, Banff Sunshine, and Mount Norquay, and my husband and I decided to check it out for ourselves.

I often blog day-to-day stories of a vacation, but I think my recap this time will be a little less chronological and a bit more "random observational." That's because each day of the trip was largely similar: skiing somewhere in the day and then heading into the town at night for eating, drinking, walking, and shopping. But there were certainly highlights from each day, and I want to record them on my blog for my own aging memory and your possible entertainment.

First, a few general observations. Banff National Park is a truly beautiful place. I am spoiled to live in Colorado, where beautiful scenery is easy to take for granted. But the Canadian Rockies do have some little bit extra. There's something about the landscape that feels more fantastical, something about the way they hold the snow that's a bit more magical. Take the first sunrise we saw, while having breakfast at the hotel where we stayed:

 Watching sunrises has sort of becoming a thing my husband and I have done on several of our trips, but we really didn't have to wake up early for this one. Up north in Canada, right at the winter solstice, the sun was coming up past 8:30 am and setting barely after 4:30 pm. Between so much darkness and so much time skiing, we actually spent a lot of time sleeping on this vacation -- sleeping in as we rarely ever do anymore, and always feeling like it was time to go to bed early.

Stepping out of our room at the Juniper Hotel and Bistro was always a pleasant experience, because there was always a smell in the air of a campfire burning. I never actually saw a fireplace anywhere, but the aroma of a freshly-served smoked cocktail was somehow always there.

Being in the room was not as pleasant. Every time the heat kicked on or off -- which was often -- it was preceded by a clicking noise like you'd use to train a dog. I myself felt properly trained to anticipate the furnace before the end of the trip.

There are a lot of people from other countries working in Banff. I lost of how many Australian accents I encountered. A server from the U.K. remarked that my own speech reminded her briefly of her home, before I clarified I'm from Colorado. (A place many people seemed to find quite exotic, when they asked.) According to Google, anyway, all the seasonal jobs in Banff make for lots of work visas given out, and lots of people from other countries eager to snap them up.

The "license plate game" is very difficult to play in Banff National Park. With only 10 Canadian provinces to spot (and 3 territories you likely won't), it felt like "collecting them all" would be doable in a nearly week-long trip to a national park. But everyone's car is filthy from driving around in the slush, covering up a huge chunk of the license plates. And, it seems, most Canadian provinces don't require a plate on the front of the car -- just the back; so you'll get no help walking back to your car after a day of skiing.

Conversions really are a challenge for an American traveling anywhere else in the world. You can quickly get a sense of the value of a Canadian dollar relative to an American dollar -- but since they're both "dollars," the conversion never becomes a thing you just do automatically. Celsius temperature wasn't too difficult, as the only numbers we really needed in Canada in the winter were "below freezing," "just above freezing," and "what to set the thermostat to." (click!) But gas -- by the liter, at Canadian dollars -- was inscrutable. And my very favorite conversion moment of the trip came in a candy store where something was being offered at $4 per 100 grams. Might as well have asked us to calculate how much dilithium would be consumed for each light year of travel at warp 8 -- which seems equally made up. (Yes, I suppose we Americans do this to ourselves.)

In the next few days of posts, I'll highlight some places we visited in town. And, of course, the skiing. But -- "spoiler alert" -- I both had a lovely time, and am glad to now be back home for the holidays.

Die Medium?

With barely a week to go before Christmas, the internet is deeply engaged in one of its most enduring holiday traditions: the debate over whether Die Hard is a Christmas movie. Netflix is here to say that not only is it a Christmas movie, it's one to be emulated. And so it has brought us the new action movie Carry-On.

It's Christmas Eve at LAX. In addition to the usual crush of airport travelers is a deadly "facilitator," working for an unknown employer to sneak an unknown suitcase through security. TSA officer Ethan Kopek's world is upended when he's targeted to look the other way... lest his pregnant girlfriend be killed. Ethan must soon call on every bit of ingenuity he can to keep his girlfriend -- and then, the ultimate target of this nefarious scheme -- safe.

I will say that to whatever degree you accept Die Hard as a Christmas movie, Carry-On is decidedly less so. The Christmas time setting is just a convenient bit of lampshading to attempt to explain how the scenario of this movie progresses as far as it does. But that's hardly the point; no one really expends any effort on debating how realistic Die Hard is, and Carry-On is not here to make you wonder if this could actually happen. It's here to be popcorn-devouring, escapist fun.

It is that at times. And also plenty broad, and occasionally a bit silly. But it does have points in its favor. The calculating villain at the heart of this piece is played by Jason Bateman, who chews the scenery in a most delightful way. There are never any outsized histrionics; he barely even raises his voice. But his every moment on screen is just deliciously, unapologetically villainous, giving this story exactly what it needs.

The movie is very much an action-thriller. Or, more accurately, a thriller-action movie, in that the first half of it is all tense conversations, threats, and coiled danger. Frankly, I feel like Bateman keeps this part of the movie afloat, because his scene partner -- Taron Egerton as Ethan -- is on the other side of a phone call, separating the two actors and stymieing any real fireworks.

Then, at almost exactly halfway through the movie, comes one of the most bonkers, over-the-top sequences I've seen in an action movie in the last several years. It's a brazen, epicly long single take full of stunts, visual effects, fisticuffs and danger. It's so outsized, it kind of makes you laugh... but in the best way possible. And from there, the movie really "wakes up."

The last 45 minutes of the movie are almost non-stop action, opening up the scope of the movie beyond the airport security line in a way it desperately needed. You see every set piece you'd want to see at an airport and more -- enough to do Die Hard proud. (Or, I suppose more fairly, Die Hard 2 -- actually set an airport.)

Is Carry-On going to become anyone's new appointment holiday viewing? I sure don't think so. But instead of watching your holiday favorite for the 20th time, or pretending to be an iconoclast by watching Die Hard, perhaps you want to drop this sugary confection of a movie into your queue. It would be a lot better with a stronger first half, but I'd still say Carry-On merits a B-.

Lower Decks: Upper Decks

The very concept of Star Trek: Lower Decks came from a Star Trek: The Next Generation episode that took a look at life aboard the Enterprise outside the view of the main characters. Now the series loops back upon itself to do the same thing, but kind of in reverse, for "Upper Decks."

It's a hectic (but perhaps quite typical) day aboard the Cerritos, as members of the senior staff become entangled in a variety of problems. Alien invaders try to seize the ship, and Freeman must stop them. Alien creatures are lose in one of the cargo bays, and Ransom must rally a group of ensigns to contain them. Shaxs is at war with his own psyche. Dr T'Ana is cranky about being asked to review her Sickbay's pain management protocols. Billups works on an especially dangerous repair in engineering. Meanwhile, Mariner, Boimler, Tendi, Rutherford, and T'Lyn carve pumpkins.

This is by far the most stuffed episode of Lower Decks we've ever seen. It features twice as many story lines as we usually get -- and I haven't even mentioned the evolving/de-evolving crewmember hosting a sousaphone recital. Sitcoms do this sort of deft writing all the time, and it very often flies under the audience radar. Telling compact stories with a true beginning, middle, and end is a real art that the best sitcom writers quietly excel at, and the Lower Decks writers show they are among the best here as they keep all these balls juggling, coherent, and funny.

Admittedly, you have to squint pretty hard to find the "Star Trek morality tale" in the episode. Perhaps it's Shaxs' story line, showing how a dark past will always remain with you and be something you must constantly overcome to be a good person. Perhaps it's the Ransom story line, which reveals the character as willing to subsume his own ego in the name of being good at his job. But really, this is one of those episodes that's just going for the funny, and I don't mind that at all.

To that end, this episode perhaps isn't peak funny, as it has to work hard to keep all the plots straight. But there are a lot of laughs. I was most entertained by the 3x dose of technobabble we got in the Billups story line, but you might just as well go for Freeman saving the day with compliments, or T'Ana cursing up a (censored) storm as she tests her own pain threshold. Regardless, I must give props to the incredibly clever joke about how to stop a mind-reading cave person: think of fire.

Now here's where I'll be a little unfair. If I knew we had another season of Lower Decks coming, I might call this an A- episode. But in the context of this being almost the end, I'm a bit disappointed that we haven't spent much time with Rutherford this season, and barely more with Tendi. Sure, Freeman and Ransom are technically main cast too, and the whole episode did center on long-established characters. Still, I couldn't help but feel a little like one of the precious few episodes we have left wasn't being used for the core Lower Deckers. And that makes me feel like this was perhaps more of a B+. Like I said, maybe a little unfair.

Prodigy: Ouroboros, Part II

Here at last, my thoughts on the season 2 finale of Star Trek: Prodigy, "Ouroboros, Part II."

Our heroes must send the Protostar through a wormhole back in time, to preserve history and ultimately kick off their own grand adventure. But in the aftermath, what will become of them all?

I've been a little down over the end of this season's story arc, but I really did appreciate the way this final episode specifically wrapped everything up. I was reminded of my thoughts on the series finale of Voyager, where I felt the story ended too quickly and left important character questions unanswered. Prodigy does the opposite, quickly resolving the big question of saving the day (which, come on, was never really in question), to allow room for an extended "coda."

Part of that is explicitly setting up a possible season 3, of course, by showing the cadets on a new ship. I feel like that was sort of the same ending as season 1 had -- but, at long last, the ship is actually called "Prodigy," closing the real "ouroboros" I felt at the core of the show.

I appreciated that the character of Maj'el, who has increasingly been a "part of the group" as the season unspooled, was more officially made a full-fledged member of that group in this final episode. Despite Star Trek: Prodigy having plenty of interesting characters, Maj'el filled a role that wasn't otherwise being covered, and I feel like this was the show fully acknowledging that.

One of my favorite aspects of the coda was the time the writers made to explicitly connect to the final season of Star Trek: Picard. Having featured Wesley Crusher in their season two finale, Picard had no way of organically working the character into the grand reunion that was season three. That felt like a source of unresolved tension to me, and here Prodigy finds a couple of minutes to relieve some of that tension. Giving us one more moment between Beverly and Wesley was wonderful, and giving us the moment of the two of them with Jack that Star Trek: Picard never did was icing on the cake.

I wouldn't dream of giving back those minutes pack with the Crushers... but I do feel like a bit more room should have been made somewhere for the Holo-Janeway story arc. Very, very late in the season two game, we're told that she will have to make a sacrifice, losing her memory to go back in time aboard the Protostar. In this episode, even later in the game, there's suddenly an oh-so-convenient quick fix that gets her out of making that sacrifice. While I appreciate that an escape was needed here (especially in light of the fact that her season 1 story also ended in a noble sacrifice), I wish that this problem and its solution hadn't felt like such an afterthought hastily squeezed into this episode.

I give this episode of Star Trek: Prodigy a B -- which is probably also how I feel about the season as a whole. The great episodes in the middle of the season were really quite great, but I feel like season 1 had an overall higher consistency that I appreciate.

Officially, no call has yet been made about a season three of Star Trek: Prodigy. You would think signs point to no, since the show was already basically cancelled by Paramount and saved by Netflix. If it had done renewal-worthy numbers on Netflix, they would surely have announced that renewal already. Still... I feel like Star Trek as a franchise really benefits from having at least one animated show in the mix. And since, apparently, that can't be Lower Decks (which still baffles me), I find myself hoping that Prodigy can beat the odds.

Prodigy: Ouroboros, Part I

With Star Trek: Lower Decks about to end (sniff), it struck me that I really ought to wrap up season 2 of Star Trek: Prodigy before that happens. So, with just two episodes left there, I turn my focus to "Ouroboros, Part I."

As Asencia unleashes all her forces to attack Voyager and the Protostar, the cadets fight on the planet below to take control of an installation that will allow them to open a wormhole through time. If they can hold off Asencia and Drednok long enough, the Protostar can be sent back in time, restoring the timeline.

In my reviews of late season 2 Prodigy, I've come down on some of the twisted machinations of the plot. I haven't felt like Asencia makes a credible Big Bad (no matter how fun Jameela Jamil is voicing the character). I've felt like the lampshading of Wesley Crusher's "Traveler powers" has been overly convenient. I've seen the danger of the Loom as variably menacing, depending on circumstance. And all of that continues here.

But of course I recognize that the table has been set. This is essentially a one-hour finale, broken in two, and no reasonable consumer of entertainment would expect the story to just completely change course at this point. So... yeah... a fair amount of what's happening here in this episode doesn't make a lot of sense to me. It's kind of so much action and noise. But this is the ending we've been working to, take it or leave it.

Still, there are moments that I found effective. Dal's part in all this is especially strong, as he completes his season-long arc to better learn what it is to be part of a team. He puts himself on the line to help his friends generally, and Gwyn in particular, and I think the emotions behind that really work. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's basically put in a Back to the Future-style "Doc Brown on the clock tower" situation where he has to connect the power in time to save the day. An homage to the best.

Gwyn gets a re-match of her one-on-one fight against Asencia from earlier in the season, and this time gets help from her own people in a somewhat spiritual union that cements her as a righteous leader. Murf vs. Drednok is the all-out fight I didn't know I was waiting to see. And Janeway gets to bark all sorts of fun captainy dialogue as she guides Voyager in battle.

Yet the real meat of "Ouroboros" comes in Part II -- so much so that I almost feel I should just immediately turn focus to that and talk about it here. But I've devoted a separate post to each Prodigy episode until this point. It feels a little weird to change that up right here at the finish line. So I'll give "Ouroboros, Part I" a C+, and then tease an upcoming post on Part II (which I enjoyed a good deal more).

Lower Decks: Fully Dilated

Several times already in its final season, Star Trek: Lower Decks has served up an episode that gave me all I could want from the series (and then some). It did so once again with "Fully Dilated."

A fissure to an alternate universe expels debris that crashes on a planet with a pre-warp society. Mariner, Tendi, and T'Lyn are sent on a mission to contain any cultural contamination... but they also must contend with a time dilation effect that makes a week pass on the planet as only one second passes on the orbiting ship. When a transporter, uh, accident delays their retrieval, the three must set up more permanently on the planet. Mariner wants to seize the opportunity to improve herself, while Tendi tries to bolster her credentials to become chief science officer aboard the Cerritos -- with help from an unexpected source.

This episode really had it all. Star Trek doesn't really have a more classic formula than going undercover in a more primitive alien society, and seeing a Lower Decks take on that is just rife with comic potential. Combining that with the concept of time dilation is fun too -- but doing that so Mariner could chase an "Inner Light"-style moment of self-revelation (and have her explicitly label it as such) was just next level hilarious. The reference comedy did nothing to undermine that previous all-time great Star Trek episode... and even paid off in a semi-serious way as Mariner actually did learn a lesson hidden in plain sight.

Great as that was, though, the episode will ultimately be remembered as the one featuring Brent Spiner voicing Purple Data's Head. It would have been enough just to have Lower Decks log another cameo appearance from yet another legacy Star Trek actor. (It's had so many great ones!) But Spiner really gets a meaty role! Not only does he recapture the comic naivete of early Next Gen Data in his vocal performance, he's actually central to the other big character story at play in the episode: Tendi's jealousy of (and competition with) T'Lyn. Data's impartial (and famously emotionless) perspective on the situation is exactly what Tendi needs to hear -- even if, of course, she can't hear it at first. But everything ends happily with a sweet moral about friendship and communication.

Plus, we get some ridiculous interludes with Boimler and Rutherford licking spilled Micheladas off of the transporter console.

Yup -- I really couldn't ask for more. I'd call this another grade A episode in a season that's served up a few already. I still wish Lower Decks wasn't going out... but at least it's going out on top.

Jury Duty

We're pulling into "prestige movie" season. Nearly every such season has a legal drama in the mix, and this year it comes from writer Jonathan Abrams and director Clint Eastwood: Juror #2.

When Justin Kemp is called up for jury duty, he is shocked to find he has a personal connection to the case. When this goes undiscovered by the lawyers and he is actually seated on the jury, he finds himself in a moral quandary. He wants to steer his fellow jurors to the right outcome... but he must do it without confessing to his own rapidly growing web of lies.

This movie asks you to accept a lot to get the story rolling: wild coincidence, gross negligence, and much, much more. Different people will possibly think different elements of it are "a bridge too far," but I doubt many will just buy the whole premise. This is not a "this could happen to anyone" kind of story. This is more a situation where... sure, you could imagine this eventually happening to some person, somewhere, and this is that story. And I suppose the script tries to lampshade these issues as much as it can.

Ultimately, though, you've just gotta roll with it. And at least the acting is here to help. Nicholas Hoult plays Justin Kemp, and it's a big, meaty role -- real "tip of the iceberg" stuff where almost none of the emotional performance is conveyed in dialogue. Hoult has to convey everything with just a look, and is given very few moments of release; instead, we see him and his character just get wound tighter and tighter over the course of two hours.

The movie doesn't ask very much of its other stars, though. Mind you, there are some great actors here -- Toni Collette and J.K. Simmons are always welcome in pretty much anything. Kiefer Sutherland is well deployed as an Alcoholics Anonymous sponsor who you sense has been through the wringer himself. Chris Messina is a perfectly credibly public defender. But none of these performers are really doing any heavy lifting here: this movie is all on Nicholas Hoult's shoulders.

The results are something of a "through the looking glass" version of the recent Anatomy of a Fall. What that movie wants to keep secret and leave open to doubt, this movie opens up to its audience. Juror #2 also feels like more approachable "popcorn" fare -- which is perhaps why, even though it's arriving in prestige season, I don't hear much buzz about it for awards.

But it does entertain well enough. I give Juror #2 a B. Once you're over the hump of plausibility, the moral dilemma makes for a fun little suspense thriller.

Lower Decks: Of Gods and Angles

The back half of the final season of Star Trek: Lower Decks kicks off with the no-that's-not-a-typo title, "Of Gods and Angles."

The Cerritos plays diplomatic host to two feuding species. When it appears a member of one of the species has been murdered by a member of the other, conflict escalates and threatens the ship. Mariner must solve the case, with the help of a new ensign she's taken under her wing. Meanwhile, Boimler continues to remold himself in the image of his alternate universe doppelganger -- and the next step of that is to have Dr. T'Ana bestow him with a nickname.

Lower Decks often revisits classic Star Trek tropes to give them a comedic spin. Here, we've seen the "host diplomacy for warring species" stories in the classic "Journey to Babel" and The Next Generation's "Lonely Among Us." This time, the writers stir in a serving "The Outrageous Okona" (or really, Romeo and Juliet). And also, they follow up on the classic "Who Mourns for Adonais?" by presenting a new "half-demigod" character.

All that might sound like this is an overly derivative episode... but it doesn't really come across that way thanks to how much the focus is really on the central Lower Decks characters. This is really a showcase for how far Mariner has come since season one. She's still fun-loving, giving real "chaotic good" energy, but is now earnestly trying to help others try to learn from her past mistakes. I'm a little disappointed that so much time in this episode is spent building up the new character of Olly. The series is about to end, so a) we can't follow up much on her; and b) I'd rather we spend the precious little time we have left on established characters. But this is mostly a vehicle to show us that Mariner can be herself but can now also be an effective mentor. So it mostly works for me.

Mariner is learning, but Boimler isn't. As his season-long story arc continues, the message is getting more explicit: he really needs to learn to be himself. (Not someone else, and not even a version of himself.) But while he's still in the process of learning, we get some great jokes -- around his alternate universe PADD with its telltale bevel (and color!), and Dr. T'Ana's prodigious (and hilariously bleeped) swearing. Boimler gets a nickname in the end -- just not one fit for the average Star Trek fan site.

This is still a really solid episode of Lower Decks; it just isn't quite soaring to the heights of many others this season. I give it a B+.

Saving the Best for "Last?"

Thanksgiving has come and gone, and the Christmas season is now upon us. People have all sorts of Christmas traditions -- but one in particular, that it seems has become more popular in recent years, kind of gnaws at me.

"Whamageddon" is the challenge to go for as long as you can in the holiday season without hearing Wham's original version of the song "Last Christmas." I'm sure everyone who participates in this is just having some goofy fun. (And if you've already posted about "Whamageddon" online, please know that this blog post is not at you in any way. I was thinking about all this... well... last Christmas.)

The thing that increasingly bothers me is: why, of all possible Christmas songs, is it "Last Christmas" by Wham that you're supposed to avoid?

If the challenge were about sheer difficulty, there are more ubiquitous Christmas songs you could set out to avoid. A true Christmas warrior would try dodging Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You" for the holiday season.

If the challenge were about keeping goofy synth-pop instruments out of your ears, surely the challenge would be based around "Wonderful Christmastime," Paul McCartney's agonizing contribution to the Christmas canon. (I'm still haunted by that song, more than 25 years after I worked a retail job through several holiday seasons.)

Maybe there's something about the melancholy nature of the song, and wanting to avoid sad sentiments over the holidays? But the challenge could just as easily been about avoiding Elvis Presley's "Blue Christmas," or The Carpenters' "Merry Christmas, Darling," or "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" (the original version being especially dark).

Even though I know it's all "in good fun," I find myself wondering if the dark reason everyone is supposed to avoid the song "Last Christmas" is because it's the gay Christmas song.

George Michael was closeted for most of his life, including at the time he wrote "Last Christmas." Sure, that doesn't automatically mean the song is about gay love. But if you really listen to the lyrics, I feel like you can't avoid the distinct impression that it's the story of a gay romance gone sour because "the other guy" wasn't ready to be public about his sexuality or the relationship.

Add to that the fact that Michael himself seemed to indicate how important the song was by the fact that he played all the instruments on the recording, which he did not normally do for Wham songs. Also, for years he downplayed the song, trying to distance himself from it and not embracing it until later in his career. (Perhaps because it was only later in his career that he lived openly gay?)

Like I said, I'm sure that the "Last Christmas" challenge is meant in good fun. But, as we now stand on the brink of a major backslide for LGBT+ rights, I kinda don't feel like letting even the innocent things slide without comment. Sure, when tomorrow the U.S. Supreme Court hears argument in a major transgender case, and telegraphs some horrific and hostile development in the law they're going to realize by next June, whether or not you enjoyed avoiding one particular Christmas song is not going to matter at all. But since it can sometimes feel so impossible to affect the big things, I'm gonna try to notch a completely symbolic win on an admittedly insignificant thing.

And so, this humble proposal: let's all ditch "Whamageddon" and just openly enjoy the song "Last Christmas" without treating it like some kind of holiday contagion.

The Horror... The Amor...

Casa Bonita is a Denver institution, famous to everyone who ever lived here, long before an infamous episode of South Park depicted it for a wider audience. The bizarre Mexican restaurant with TARDIS-like interior dimensions and entertainments from puppet shows to a "haunted house" to cliff divers was decaying in decades of squalor before the creators of South Park bought it, refurbished it, and reopened it to more public demand than ever.

That story is chronicled in a new documentary streaming on Paramount Plus: ¡Casa Bonita Mi Amor! I found it both quite entertaining and more than a bit horrifying.

First: the entertaining part. The film really demonstrates how improbable it is that Casa Bonita even continues to exist. Only because South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone stepped in was the rundown restaurant saved. Parker in particular is portrayed as a Don Quixote who has made this project his personal windmill. Most people are familiar with the deep lure of nostalgia, but few of us have the kind of financial resources he had to just keep throwing money at a problem past the point of reason.

In the course of this documentary, we see the already-exorbitant sticker price of the restaurant become laden with repair costs that rise, then sail, then soar well past any possible expectations. Casa Bonita has been called "the Mexican Disneyland" by some, and it starts to look like it might cost as much.

That leads to the horrifying part of the documentary. I actually ate at Casa Bonita many times over the years, including a few visits during the 2010s, not long before it closed prior to Parker and Stone's purchase. When the documentary shows you what was actually going on in the walls of the restaurant at that time, I wonder how I've even lived to tell the tale. Vile filth infesting walls, ceiling, and floors feels like only the beginning, as we're shown how much money needs to be spent just to turn Casa Bonita into an inhabitable space -- never mind restoring it to its former glory. You can only wonder how the place was passing inspections for all those years. Bribery? People looking the other way out of their own sense of nostalgia about the place? This documentary is a sort of real-life version of the 80s comedy The Money Pit, where everything that can go wrong does.

But the story does have a happy ending -- and the documentary even showed me things I never knew about Casa Bonita. It points out several spruced up or wholly new features that I didn't notice in my one visit since the place reopened, sparking a feeling in me I hadn't had since visiting the restaurant as a child: there's always something new to discover there, some nook or cranny with something you've never noticed before.

It may be that ¡Casa Bonita Mi Amor! would hold less appeal for anyone who has never personally visited the restaurant. Then again, maybe it would be interesting to see how this funhouse fever dream is actually a real place. Regardless, I myself give the documentary a B+. It's a fun, wild watch.