Star Trek: The Next Generation was probably the most ’90s thing to ever exist. Despite being set hundreds of years in the future the whole cast strutted around in tracksuits and a therapist had a permanent seat on the bridge.
Whereas Captain Kirk might have blasted the Klingons to stardust, his successor invited them on board for a blether and a cup of Earl Grey.
Still, the fantasy of having some space liberals led by Patrick Stewart zoom about the galaxy being smug seemed to fit in with the ’90s aesthetic of the world strolling away from political instability towards an inevitable tracksuited utopia.
The second series of Picard has been airing weekly on Prime and if the world is more confusing than in the ’90s then perhaps the return of Patrick Stewart’s iconic character simply reflects that.
As a fan of The Next Generation I couldn’t help but gurgle contentedly at the greatest hits of returning characters (Brent Spiner, Whoopi Goldberg, John de Lancie) like a toddler repeatedly being shown a picture of Mr Tumble.
Stewart himself struggled to get to grips with the jumbled-up script.
It’s almost like having one of the premier Shakespearean actors of our generation and giving him a script which seems like it was mixed up in a washing machine the day before shooting was a bad idea.
Picard, Amazon Prime
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