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Showing posts with label California. Show all posts
Showing posts with label California. Show all posts

Thursday, January 15, 2026

A Class Opening Act

MINOR SPOILERS for "Kids These Days" and "Beta Test," the first two episodes of Star Trek: Starfleet Academy

The latest adventure in the Star Trek saga brings us down to Earth--quite literally, as this series is set at Starfleet Academy in San Francisco--but also metaphorically, because, judging by the first two episodes, this series will be more grounded than Star Trek: Discovery or Star Trek: Picard, in which the fate of worlds and even universes was at stake. This time around, the adventures are about rebuilding, reconnecting, and discovering potential on voyages not just through space, but through life and all its ups and downs. 

As a spinoff of later seasons of Star Trek: Discovery, this new show's premise unfolds from the near-destruction of the United Federation of Planets, the long-standing setting for all the Star Trek series and movies, and the reconstruction necessary after its near-fall. The first episode of the series introduces us to some of the people impacted by the Federation's near-collapse and how they come together at the renewed Starfleet Academy, now reconstituted in San Francisco for the first time in over a century. 

The cast is led by Holly Hunter, who's really superb here as Academy Chancellor and former Starfleet captain Nahla Ake. Hunter owns every scene she's in with a sincere, empathetic performance edged with both tragedy and playfulness. Tig Notaro and Robert Picardo are back and as lovable as ever as their original characters Jett Reno, crabby time-tossed engineer from the 23rd century, and the Emergency Medical Hologram, whose program is still functioning almost 1,000 years since it was first initiated. 

Paul Giamatti appears only in the first episode, but he's wonderfully over the top as Nus Braka, interstellar thief and murderer, half Klingon and half Tellarite for extra boorishness. Some genius on the makeup or hair styling team gave Giamatti's character a haircut that features a completed game of Xs and Os on the side of his skull, a ludicrous detail that tickles me to no end. It's not explained, which is perfect. I hope no characters ever take note of it. 

Of course, the students are the main focus of this series, and their actors all shine in different ways. As I approach my 60s I'll admit to finding some of their antics a little annoying, but then I remember they're young--when I was surely even more exasperating. Sandro Rosta as Caleb Mir has to do most of the heavy lifting among the student characters; he's the "bad boy" of the show, a child torn from his mother by Holly Hunter's Nahla Ake (naturally). Rosta has to believably balance his understandable resentment for Ake while still being sympathetic and showing the ability to grow past his pain and impetuousness. Rosta, I think, pulls it off, and the scenes between Rosta and Hunter are a joy to watch. 

Even the bridge officers on the USS Athena--more on that later--already feel more real and interesting to me than the poor, overlooked bridge crew of the Discovery, even though the Athena crew appear only in the pilot and Discovery's secondary characters had over 50 episodes to grow--but didn't. 

The show's storytelling across its first two episodes is economical and tight; the plots are focused and logical, and the dialogue generally decent--though there are times when 21st century slang takes us out of the show, though the flaw is much less egregious here than it was in Star Trek: Section 31. The stakes are grounded but still engaging: Caleb wants to find his mother, Ake wants to help him, the Federation wants to rebuild. There's a good balance between high--but not ludicrous--political stakes and very real, very human issues. We see a little of this in most of the other student characters too, stories that I imagine will be fleshed out over the course of the series' run. 

Star Trek's production design continues to get better with each succeeding series, but the crew really did a spectacular job here. They've managed to change the Federation's technology and style just enough that it still looks familiar to fans of the older shows while also reflecting its far-future 32nd century setting. 

The show's hero ship this time around is the USS Athena, a starship that also doubles as Starfleet Academy's main building. While docked at the Academy, the Athena functions like any other academic centre, full of classrooms and laboratories. But when field trips are called for, the Athena heads up to Earth orbit and docks with the warp engines stored there. It's a brilliant concept, well executed. 

Even the music is more experimental and interesting than we usually find in Star Trek television (the films are another matter; most of them have superb scores). There's a fight scene in the first episode that's really effectively scored, and a lovely rearrangement of a 1960s pop hit that creates a beautifully tender and nostalgic moment near the end of that episode. 

All these elements combine to create a show that, to my great surprise and delight, captures Star Trek's legendary feeling of hope and optimism and faith in humanity's ability to find the best in ourselves and push through adversity. In these dark times, that's a precious gift. 


 

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Eyes Pried Shut

Ah, the golden age of photography, when everyone shot on film and you wouldn't know for days or weeks if your photos turned out. Here I am at the Golden Gate Bridge in 1998, where a kind person stopped to take my picture, sensing somehow I was a tourist. Sadly, I closed my eyes and ruined what would otherwise have been a perfectly decent vacation snap.
Fortunately, the fellow had me pose for another, better image. 

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Allan's Car

For some reason, I took this photo of Allan's car parked in front of his house on a summer day in 1999, the year before he moved to California. Maybe it was the rainbow. The car went to California with Allan. 

Friday, August 31, 2018

2 Questions

When 15 members of the University of Alberta Star Trek Club and the University of Alberta Scuba Club crammed ourselves into a 15-person van for a road trip from Edmonton to Los Angeles, we had to find ways to amuse ourselves during the 27-hour drive. Some suggested 20 Questions, and when my turn came to ask the questions, sometime during deepest midnight, I started with the obvious:

"Is it bigger than a breadbox?" I asked Allan, who harboured the answer in his mind.

"Yes," he said.

A sudden flash of intuition hit me.

"Is if the pyramids?"

Allan's eyes bulged in shock, and he reared back in his seat.

"WHAT..how...but...yes. It's the pyramids."

Of course I'm not suggesting a paranormal explanation; it was just a moment of whimsy on my part that, against all odds, happened to be correct. But the look on Allan's face was spectacular. 

Thursday, February 08, 2018

The Best Pictures Update

I have about 100 more films to go before accomplishing my goal of seeing every movie nominated for the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (AMPAS) Best Picture Oscar. I discovered recently that two films on the list, East Lynne and The White Parade, can only be seen in one place: at the University of California at Los Angeles. In order to see these films, I'll have to travel to UCLA and make an appointment with the Powell Library Instructional Media Lab. Sounds like a good excuse for a long weekend trip to California...

Friday, January 15, 2016

Disneyline

In 1992, the University of Alberta Star Trek Club, accompanied by the University of Alberta Scuba Club, packed into a van and drove to Disneyland. Here we are waiting in line for a ride; I don't remember which one. Nor do I remember why I looked unimpressed, because it was an amazing trip. 

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Muir Woods Tree

During the closing days of World War II, the United Nations charter was signed in San Francisco. President Roosevelt didn't live long enough to see the charter signed, so the delegates travelled north, to Muir Woods, for a ceremony honouring the man. Muir Woods is one of the most beautiful places I've ever been; it makes me wish I were a better photographer. I think I've improved since 1998, though, and I think I could do a better job today. 

Friday, August 14, 2015

Big Wheel

In 2000, I helped Allan move down to California. This giant U-Haul was the biggest vehicle I've ever driven. It sure takes a long time to accelerate to highway speed in one of these things. 

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Mystery of the Missing Miscellany

When you have a lot of books and movies, it's easy for one or two titles to slip through the cracks and disappear. I know for sure that I'm missing my copy of John M. Ford's hilarious Star Trek novel, How Much for Just the Planet?, and both volumes of The Outer Limits on DVD.

I only noticed the absence of the Ford title because recently Sean asked me if I could loan him some classic Trek books, and How Much is certainly one of the best. I discovered The Outer Limits set was missing when I had a hankering to watch "The Forms of Things Unknown"a couple of months ago.

These items, of course, are easy to replace, so their loss is no great tragedy. But I've misplaced at least three things in my life that I really do miss:

1) The Realm, a movie I made in high school with Keith Gylander and Mark Lede. I had the only VHS copy, and in a moment of foolish desperation I used it as part of a video resume while job-seeking in those desperate summer months of 1991, just after I graduated from the University of Alberta. Unfortunately the place where I dropped off my resume and video package was in an area of the city I wasn't familiar with, and to top it off I lost the newspaper ad I'd used to find it (and the prospective job) in the first place. The employer never called me back, so I had no way to get my stuff back. Pure idiocy on my part.

2) "Ozone" soda pop commercial, another short film I made for a communications class during high school. Besides the commercial itself, the tape had a whole bunch of footage of my friends at the school, footage I'd dearly love to have today. If my memory serves, I accidentally taped over this with an SCTV special, then threw the tape away in disgust when I realized what I'd done.

3) One of two notepads full of story ideas from the early 90s. The notepad I lost included a very detailed and funny as-it-happened record of "Scuba Trek," describing the time when the University of Alberta Star Trek and Scuba clubs travelled to Los Angeles in February 1992. I have no idea where this might have gone, and what a shame; I could have turned it into a couple of memorable blog posts.

I suppose it's possible that VHS tape with The Realm is still sitting somewhere in that office, and the notebook might still be kicking around somewhere. So if by some miracle someone spots this stuff, please let me know...

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Alcatravesty

In 1998 I travelled to San Francisco and shot this truly dreadful photo of Alcatraz. If you can't make it out through the haze and scratches, Alcatraz is the dark, flattened blob at lower left. I don't think even Photoshop could improve this misfire terribly much.

I scanned the original colour negative with my CanoScan, which normally produces excellent results. But you can't make an Ansel Adams out of a...an Earl J. Woods, I guess.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Earlcatraz

I'm feeling rather sick today, and at one point while groaning about my aching muscles I thought "Being sick is like being stuck in your own personal Alcatraz." So today's brief post captures an image of Earl at Alcatraz, or at least overlooking the famous prison island, seen here in the fog-clouded background, in the direction I'm gazing. I visited California for the second time in 1998, and took a couple of hours to explore the Golden Gate Bridge.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Stuck in the Mojave

In August 2000, I helped Allan move down to California. He rented the biggest U-Haul available, with a trailer for his car. Halfway between Las Vegas and Los Angeles, the U-Haul stopped working, and we were trapped in the Mojave desert.

The heat was blistering. I pointed north, for I knew that if we walked in that direction, it would get cooler eventually.

Fortunately, the truck started up again after we waited an hour or so for the engine to cool off. Before long, we were in Los Angeles. A couple of days later, after unpacking Allan's metric whammoload of stuff, we dropped off the U-Haul.

"Where did y'all come down from?" asked the U-Haul guy.

"Edmonton," Allan said.

"That shore is a lawgn draave," drawled the U-Haul guy.

Long drive or not, I'm glad we made it through the desert. For a while there, I was imagining us as skeletons, sprawled out in the scrub, reaching for salvation, bones bleached the colour of iPod boxes.