Friday, August 12, 2011

Angel One

The Enterprise, in all her majestic glory, is in search of survivors from some freighter that crashed seven fucking years ago.  Get your act together Starfleet. Anyways, the ship, or rather some of its escape pods, have landed on a planet ruled by laaaaadies.  I can feel the rampant nerd misogyny coming.

The planet, Angel One, is green for some reason.  I always love these shots from Picard's view.  Seems really rad to cruise the galaxy looking at your big screen with your homies.


Anyways, Angel One is ruled by ladies and they are total bitches with 80s hair, as you would expect from these nerd writers. The dudes are total wieners, like the guys you typically see in a yoga class and are named Seton.


Back on the Enterprise, Picard is busy worrying about some Romulan's causing trouble when Wesley and his little asian boy toy manage to hit him with a snowball from the holodeck.  NEVERMIND THAT IT IS NOT POSSIBLE FOR MATTER CREATED ON THE HOLODECK TO PASS THROUGH THE THRESHOLD OF SAID HOLODECK. </nerdrage>

Maybe Wesley is able to do it because he has some sort of annoying little bastard super powers.



Back on the bitch planet there is a hilarious for some reason scene involving one of the yoga dudes spray himself with perfume (maybe you just had to be there).


Anyways, turns out the bitches are acting bitchy because the dudes from the escape pod, and they are all dudes, are "fugitives", probably for the extreme crimes of leaving the seat up or something, right fellas?! Riker, still pissed from Deanna being an intergalactic ultra whore, puts her in her place when she and Tasha object to him having a meeting with one of the hot laaaaadies from Angel One.  Jealous hussies.


Back on the Enterprise Wesley has managed to give Picard his particular brand of space herpes or whatever he came down with instead of just dying with quiet dignity LIKE WE ALL WANT YOU TO, WESLEY.  Since he is mad sick Picard hands over command to Geordi on doctors orders, and Kunta Kinte can't hardly believe they let a brother run things.


Riker rocking the ultimate nip slip outfit for his date.


I guess part of the mission was diplomatic in nature, and in Riker's mind that means his banging his way to the top.  So he does that while the others look for the lost dudes which they find almost immediately. But they don't want to leave because they have taken wives and have kids.  Not sure why they wouldn't want to bail but whateva.

Back on Enterprise hella people are sick with Wesley's shitty disease, Romulans are acting Romulan-y, and Geordi is running shit by himself.

Anyways, the dorks on the surface don't want to go back so the head lady sentences them to death.  They never really talk about what their crime was, but one of them is banging the second head lady so shit is all messed up.

Repeatedly, the idiots on the surface are given the chance to just pick up and leave on the Enterprise but they refuse.  On pride I guess.  At what point do you just be like: "alright, fuck you guys" and peace out.  If they just want to hang out and die let them, stupid bastards. Of course they have to follow the stupid Prime Directive, except when it is for retarded Wesley.

This is a pretty dumb episode I gotta say, lost interest about halfway through.  Riker's passionate loving and sensual nipple convinces the head lady to banish the crashed dudes on the planet and then nothing happens.

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