It’s hardly the biggest tragedy facing the world right now, but Picard is bad. It’s no worse than a lot of episodes of Star Trek The Next Generation, and it’s nowhere near as insultingly, brain-bendingly, who-pumped-hallucinogenic-gas-into-the-writers’-room bad as Star Trek: Discovery. It just isn’t very good, and that’s sad, because I thought it had promise. It has a great cast, high production values, and a lot of it is written by yer actual Michael Chabon, a genuinely great writer who is brilliant at blending pulp fiction with the literary sort (check out Kavalier and Clay or The Wonder Boys ). But like Discovery and the recent(ish) Star Trek movies, Picard doesn’t seem to know what it wants to be. All it knows is what it doesn’t want to be, and what it doesn’t want to be is Star Trek . So all the endearing ‘60s optimism and unlikely futuristic costumes have been thrown out, and instead people wearing T-shirts and bomber jackets stand around gloomily on underlit starship
Reviews and ruminations by Philip Reeve, author of the Mortal Engines series, the Railhead trilogy, Here Lies Arthur, Goblins, and The Legend of Kevin, Pugs of the Frozen North, etc, with Sarah McIntyre.