Jul 1, 2020
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine “Let He Who Is Without Sin...” (part 5 of 7)
Cut to an exterior shot of Risa, with a large life-size Whorega’hn and a geodesic dome, and a tall building that looks like it was made from two ionizing air filters from the Sharper Image, and a waterfall in the background, all edited together (relatively) believably. The dome is obviously a matte painting, and the waterfall is obviously a still picture, but I guess it’s good enough for a shot that lasts two seconds. And I would much rather they save their FX budget for genuinely good episodes that season like “By Inferno’s Light” or “In Purgatory’s Shadow”.
I’m not too clear why we were shown all these structures, however, because the next scene takes place outside. I think Worf and Dax have arrived at the site of the rally, but it’s a little confusing, because they both spot Bashir there, reclining on an oversized lawn chair and making out with a random girl in Sears blue floral lingerie. Worf is aghast, once again, that he’s not with Leeta. Dax says there must be a “reasonable explanation”. It’s called “two people getting sick and tired of being with each other”, and you both may want to look into it.
Anyway, Vanessa L. Williams shows up again. I guess this is the location of the rally, after all, because Vanessa asks if they’re here for “the show”, and she says she finds Pascal Fullerton “very entertaining”. Boy, I hate it when people just outright lie like that. Nothing in this episode is “very entertaining”. She claims that “one man” can’t stop the powerful, pleasurable, happiness-inducing power of Risa, but Worf brings up the ancient Klingon warrior Kahless, who fought off an entire army all by himself while simultaneously eating a hoagie, or something. To be honest, I always tune out when this Klingon warrior “honorable battle” bullshit comes up. Sadly, in any episode featuring Worf, it always comes up.
Vanessa says Fullerton has been giving speeches for a month, but “the water is still warm, and the wind still smells sweet.” Cringe. A smattering of applause breaks out as the New Essentialists show up, all clothed in long, thick wool coats, because they’re uptight squares, do you get it? Personally, I preferred the Old Essentialists way more than these guys. Kind of like how I preferred the Old Jack Swing, but maybe I’m in the minority on that one.