Well, it took them three years, but they’ve finally decided on who the main character is and what she wants, with a thin plan on how to get it. Me, I don’t understand their fixation on teeth brushing or why they would open themselves up to Browncoat taunting by calling the new guy “Book,” because that’s the easiest unforced error to avoid, but, OK. Maybe the teeth brushing is a was to shorthand the these-are-just-regular-guys thing they tried to do with Stamets and Culber in a really heavy-handed way. Look, gay guys brush their teeth, too! Buy the toothbrush at CBS.com! Now that we’re a thousand years in the future, look, people still brush teeth! At this point, I assume episode three is just going to be a second pilot like season one and we’ll return to listless bumping around in the dark, but hope springs eternal. Which, you know, was the theme of this episode. Bastards.
Inverse wrote this morning, “If you’d never seen an episode of Discovery, the first episode of Season 3 would not be a terrible place to start.” …and I would say if there’s any hope for this show, we should all pretend like this is the first episode. Literally nothing matters now that they did such a hard reboot. I wish they had gone further and just killed everyone on the ship except Saru and have him and Michael navigate towards the… wait for it… discovery of what a new Federation would mean in the post-dilithium world.
But the end of this ep made up for the annoyances of the rest of it, even though not erasing the (mostly) foul taste of the previous two seasons. I’m willing to give them the benefit of the doubt going forward the rest of the season with a greater sense of giving them the benefit of the doubt. Now that the nonsense strictures of the overly-dense Klingon language subtitle war and bonus unnecessary mirror universe appendage have all been jettisoned, maybe this will free the writers and actors and turn into something unique… although, come on. Dilithium just… exploded… one day? The one fictional crystal in all the land that can channel the matter/anti-matter reaction and is the invulnerable car battery of every warp capable ship? We’re expected to believe that just up and went away at some point and a thousand years later new parents are joyously naming their kids after Drew Carey’s hometown? As far away from their time as we are from when Jerusalem fell to the Crusaders? I mean, oh, whatever.
That’s how much I loved them stealing the relatively recent SF trope The Man Who Waits from Doctor Who and the Ron Moore-led Battlestar Galactica and gave it to Sahil, the last surviving son of family keeping the Federation faith. I’ll spot them all their nonsense, just to have a little of that ol’ Star Trek magic back.