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.