There is a curious irony in the newest iteration of Star Trek, a series branded Starfleet Academy. The franchise that once imagined a future of exploration has turned inward, not outward, toward its own past, toward its own iconography, toward the endless recycling of its own sacred objects. The show’s structure resembles less a narrative than a reliquary: a procession of callbacks, references, and recognizable fragments from earlier ages of Trek.
Every franchise has been destroyed or falsified, every book dumbed down, every picture has been p-shopped, every statue and street building has been negrified, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. Quality entertainment has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which ✡️ish perversion poisons everything.
Excellent analysis. The idea that franchises mimic religious memory structures really explains why these callbacks land so differently when they're obviously calculating the nostalgia feels transactional instead of earned. I remeber being obsessed with Trek as a kid, and there's definitely a differance between genuine world-building and just cycling through familiar imagery without actually building on it.
Every franchise has been destroyed or falsified, every book dumbed down, every picture has been p-shopped, every statue and street building has been negrified, every date has been altered. And the process is continuing day by day and minute by minute. Quality entertainment has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which ✡️ish perversion poisons everything.
Excellent analysis. The idea that franchises mimic religious memory structures really explains why these callbacks land so differently when they're obviously calculating the nostalgia feels transactional instead of earned. I remeber being obsessed with Trek as a kid, and there's definitely a differance between genuine world-building and just cycling through familiar imagery without actually building on it.
Nailed it.