I’ve always been strangely fascinated by Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Now celebrating its 20th anniversary – amazing how time flies, even when you’re not an agent of the Federation Department of Temporal Investigations – it’s the densest and most mythology-rich of all the Star Trek TV shows. Often ambitious and audacious, it won more battles than it lost and remains a box-set must-own for any card-carrying Starfleet fan. However, it was also paradoxically (at times) the slowest, ugliest SF show on the box.
In many ways, DS9 was the anti-TNG. While Star Trek: The Next Generation was shiny, clean and antiseptic – a look exaggerated by JJ Abrams for his lens-flare reboot – DS9 was unapologetically grey and dirty.
…and boring. I was inexplicable how someone could go where no man had gone before when they were stuck on a space station.
I happen to like DS9! I am recently started watching it on Netflix.
Want to know how it ends?
“Want to know how it ends?”
Babylon 2 and 3 destroy it in flux capacitor malfunction when they overcharge the dilithium crystals in the stargate.
You forgot to preface that with, “Spoiler Alert!”
Ha!
I’m only watching it on Netflix because I’m to lazy to dig out the DVD’s !
You thought the show was so bad you buried them?