Enterprise
Who can forget that touching moment when, after we'd been subjected to months of T'Pol's director's cut edition of Vulcans Gone Wild (now available with hundreds of Easter eggs depicting each of her many faces of peeve, with digitally-remastered vintage Kirk Lighting), we found out the pathetic reason for her erratic and erotic behavior. No, it wasn't the Pa'nar Syndrome as developed in an episode that contrived to anvil home the AIDS issue and explain...something about Vulcan Mind Melds. Instead, we learn that all she's been doing is free-basing dime bags of Trellium-D she scored out of the cargo hold. It was a defining moment for all Vulcankind when a disciplined, full-blooded Vulcan turned CRACK WHORE -- not for the logical reason of immunizing herself against the junk so the ship's hull could be coated, thereby protecting her human comrades against anomalies, but rather to get "in touch" with her emotions.
Jolene Blalock has recently given interviews stating that she wasn't too happy with her character's spiral down into CRACK WHOREDOM and that she "really had to justify it to [her]self as an actor." Justify away, Jolene. We'll just be over here stabbing our eyes out until you get out of the clinic for Vulcan CRACK WHORES. -- Keckler
ER
Season Ten offered up a lot of talking (read: yelling) points for the TWoP faithful: the Luka/Sam relationship; the descent into irrelevance of Susan, Elizabeth, and Weaver; the idiot Malarkey; the misuse and departure of Gallant; Carter and Kem and the doomed pregnancy; The Beard…the list is as long as the show's once-great history. But by far the crowning crap-chievement of the season was the sight of a MedEvac helicopter's flaming wreckage dropping onto the upturned face of Dr. Robert Romano, who'd lost his arm to the rotors last season and lost his life to the rest of the chopper in November. As the show spent the early part of the season figuratively assassinating Romano's character, it wasn't surprising that TPTB finished the job by penning a death so cartoonish, so ridiculous, that it was the only possible act of disrespect left. It was, however, disappointing, because that one act of fiery, ratings-grabbing showmanship reaffirmed our sneaking suspicion that TPTB can't see past their own paychecks far enough to realize what the show's true assets are and how they have routinely devalued them.
The runner-up: The tank that ran roughshod over ER's last thin remnants of credibility and creativity. It was the kind of television that makes your jaw drop, because you can't fathom how it was allowed to happen, or why it was conceived, or which drunken asshag woke up from a night spent on the conference table in a pool of his or her own drool, pulled his/her boss's pants from between his/her teeth, and shouted, "IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE!" Because…a tank. Stolen. By a "madman" who was neither clever nor mad enough to push the damn button already, please, and blow County General to smithereens. Can you hear that sound? It's the sound of Emmy voters laughing. -- Heathen
Enterprise
Who can forget that touching moment when, after we'd been subjected to months of T'Pol's director's cut edition of Vulcans Gone Wild (now available with hundreds of Easter eggs depicting each of her many faces of peeve, with digitally-remastered vintage Kirk Lighting), we found out the pathetic reason for her erratic and erotic behavior. No, it wasn't the Pa'nar Syndrome as developed in an episode that contrived to anvil home the AIDS issue and explain...something about Vulcan Mind Melds. Instead, we learn that all she's been doing is free-basing dime bags of Trellium-D she scored out of the cargo hold. It was a defining moment for all Vulcankind when a disciplined, full-blooded Vulcan turned CRACK WHORE -- not for the logical reason of immunizing herself against the junk so the ship's hull could be coated, thereby protecting her human comrades against anomalies, but rather to get "in touch" with her emotions.
Jolene Blalock has recently given interviews stating that she wasn't too happy with her character's spiral down into CRACK WHOREDOM and that she "really had to justify it to [her]self as an actor." Justify away, Jolene. We'll just be over here stabbing our eyes out until you get out of the clinic for Vulcan CRACK WHORES. -- Keckler
ER
Season Ten offered up a lot of talking (read: yelling) points for the TWoP faithful: the Luka/Sam relationship; the descent into irrelevance of Susan, Elizabeth, and Weaver; the idiot Malarkey; the misuse and departure of Gallant; Carter and Kem and the doomed pregnancy; The Beard…the list is as long as the show's once-great history. But by far the crowning crap-chievement of the season was the sight of a MedEvac helicopter's flaming wreckage dropping onto the upturned face of Dr. Robert Romano, who'd lost his arm to the rotors last season and lost his life to the rest of the chopper in November. As the show spent the early part of the season figuratively assassinating Romano's character, it wasn't surprising that TPTB finished the job by penning a death so cartoonish, so ridiculous, that it was the only possible act of disrespect left. It was, however, disappointing, because that one act of fiery, ratings-grabbing showmanship reaffirmed our sneaking suspicion that TPTB can't see past their own paychecks far enough to realize what the show's true assets are and how they have routinely devalued them.
The runner-up: The tank that ran roughshod over ER's last thin remnants of credibility and creativity. It was the kind of television that makes your jaw drop, because you can't fathom how it was allowed to happen, or why it was conceived, or which drunken asshag woke up from a night spent on the conference table in a pool of his or her own drool, pulled his/her boss's pants from between his/her teeth, and shouted, "IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE!" Because…a tank. Stolen. By a "madman" who was neither clever nor mad enough to push the damn button already, please, and blow County General to smithereens. Can you hear that sound? It's the sound of Emmy voters laughing. -- Heathen