Even those are tolerable compared to Spot devolving from housecat to iguana. I mean, that’s just admitting they weren’t even trying.
But from a storytelling standpoint it was the ending that really put the capper on that episode, where Dr. C and friends are having a laugh about the wacky hijinks that ensued from her little mixup. Lady, a couple of crewmembers DIED at the hands of Proto-Worf. Maybe you’d like to write to their families and tell them about your little oops? Who knows - maybe they’ll see the funny side of it too.
Well, at least a mammal de-evolving into a reptile makes a certain amount of sense (or it would if the whole concept of the de-evolution of an individual weren’t so stoopid), but a mammal (Mr. Broccoli) de-evolving into an arthropod is just idiocy.
One truly cringeworthy moment comes in the “Rats in a Trap” episode. Wesley is sent off the bridge moments before the entity decides to kill someone just for the heck of it, and the substitute navigator gets it instead. Every time I see this one, I go “Goddammit, stay on the bridge! Stay on the bridge! Stay on… Oh, crap, there he goes! Shit!” :smack: :mad:
I thought they were cringeworthy in the 90s, but the one that has stuck with me is when Wesley (who else?) goes native on some planet somewhere and starts yelling at Picard. I was so looking forward to his court martial and subsequent hanging, but Jean Luc chickened out, the bastard.
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[li]Are they naked? Are naked mud baths something Klingons do now? (Of course Betazoids do them – the hippies).[/li][li]I bet they had Worf up to his neck in the mud just to save on makeup costs.[/li][/ol]
I was thinking there was a native American tribe involved, but didn’t want to confuse the reference in case I was wrong… but, yes, that’s the episode I remember.
Now, now, that’s not fair…with a crew that large, probably at least a couple of other crewmembers killed people, too.
Plus maulings and sexual assault. 'Good chance that at least some people ended up needing prosthetic limbs, and/or abortions of genetic abominations spawned by dubiously consensual beast mating or monster rape. I bet that’s going to look REALLY good on your record when you’re up for promotion at Starfleet Medical.
Hollywood always has this weird, patronizing thing with Native Americans.
Of all the world’s religions, NA shamanism is the only one that’s “real”. The Nobel Savages are the only ones that truly understand the universe. (Even in the final Humanoids book, the only people to escape Humanoids control were the NA. They “reached”.)
it’s like white man guilt for hundreds of years of poor treatment - here, we’ll make you all mystical and shit, and it’s real.
Yep. Probably should have said “rustics in Space”, since everybody knows it was the Scots who were the true Hillbillies… (runs as Scots draw Claymores).
Paraphrased:
“Come run with us Wesley, we run for fun everywhere!”
“Captain, may I run for joy and fun?”
“Make it so”
“Whee, I’m running, who’d’ve thunk running was such fun and joy!”
I hated the ‘Maybe they can’t run’ comment. Not only was it a stupid line, it was yet another reminder that I had destroyed knees and some nerve damage. I can’t run! Thank you for throwing it in my face!
Yeah, I was thinking of the Three’s Company moment when Wesley thought that the teen girl wanted to fuck him, but she really wanted to play sportsball:
GIRL: I want to do something too. With you.
WESLEY: Er. What?
GIRL: It’s something you can teach me. Will you?
WESLEY: Er. Well, actually, there are some games I don’t quite know yet
GIRL: It’s playing ball. Will you teach me?
Of course, he had some reason to be suspicious, because moments earlier he had to sheepishly turn down making out with an older woman in front of his crewmates:
RIVAN: You did return as promised.
(She greets Riker with a slow, loving hug)
RIKER: Rivan, Liator. Also from our vessel, Troi.
LIATOR: Slowly, slowly. I must also welcome this lovely one.
(He nuzzles Troi’s neck, she just pats his shoulder)
LIATOR: Nice to see you again.
TASHA: My pleasure.
RIKER: Counsellor?
TROI: Healthy sensuality, sir. I feel mainly friendship, and (looking at Tasha) happiness.
RIVAN: And I welcome this huge one. Oh, yes.
WORF: (returning the hug) Nice planet.
RIKER: Yeah.
RIVAN: But you are a young one. I do not know your custom regarding love.
WESLEY: Er. I guess, whatever you usually do.
(It’s a very fleeting hug for the teenager)
