Review – Star Trek 5: The Final Frontier

And so it ends. Actually despite the title they kept right on making them, one more with the original cast and then segueing into the Next Generation. But this is the only one that until now remained unreviewed on 8sails. And ugh, is it an awful mess. Most of the blame can be heaped on the head of writer / director / star / general a-hole William Shatner, whose monster ego permeates every corner of the picture. A Vulcan religious fanatic takes hostages in an ass-end-of-the-universe spot called Paradise City (insert your own joke about the grass not being green and the girls not being pretty) and blackmails and/or hypnotizes the skeleton crew of a rickety new Enterprise into dragging him to the center of the galaxy so he can meet God. But the real point of the picture is to demonstrate over and over again what great friends we all are, particularly the “big three.” Shatner must not have learned one of the most important lessons of the grade school playground: constantly insisting that everyone like you is a sure-fire way to make sure that nobody will. See if desperate