Blade Runner

Miracle on 34th Street

STAR TREK:  ENTERPRISE

PEEP SHOW

In watching the first episode of Season #3, I don't recall even ten minutes of show time elapsing before it become cogently clear that the powers-that-be in charge of enterprise would be continuing their drive, as relentless as it was unnecessary, counterproductive, destructive of the franchise, and personally insulting, to maintain the program as much intergalactic peep show as top-grade science-fiction, turning Dr. Phlox, for example, into the happy and smiling pimp.

The superfluous and transparent character of the contrived sexual content is so counter to the premier-grade of the balance of the program, itself, that it ccreates and comprises a kind of jarring parallel juxtaposition. I'll never watch this program again, adding it to my list of artistic wreckage compromised by the misguided creators of this program. I have to keep fast-forwarding through this calculated garbage.