Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (1989) (part 12 of 13)

Spock asks the same question Kirk did, and no surprise, gets the same answer. Except, in this case the money was really running low, because we don’t even see the lightning bolts hit Spock. Instead, they just cut to him falling to the ground. God asks menacingly if McCoy doubts him too, and McCoy says that he doubts any god who causes pain for his own pleasure. McCoy would have made a lousy ancient Greek, then.

Before God can toast McCoy, though, Sybok frantically intercedes, claiming the God of Mill Wah Kee would not do this. But God says that, basically, the visions and stuff were all in his head. God then starts unwisely spilling his backstory, about how he’s been imprisoned here for an eternity. No kidding? That’s what this movie feels like for me, too!

Spock tries to clue Sybok in about how this guy obviously isn’t the God of Mill Wah Kee, but Sybok is confused, and demands that God reveal himself. We zoom in on God’s left pupil to see a purple, solarized image of—Sybok, laughing diabolically [?]. Wait, so Sybok’s evil, false god is really… himself? I guess this is the being’s way of telling Sybok that it was his own stupid faith that got him into this mess. The uptight, stick-up-the-butt Vulcans who ostracized him, Kirk wanting to kill him the minute he got the chance—they were right all along! He led himself down the garden path, and now everyone’s screwed. Good job getting everyone killed, loser!

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Maya was perfectly capable of metamorphosing herself into a Vulcan mystic, but the occasion always seemed to call for hawks and lemurs.

But you really feel bad for Sybok here, because his whole world just went to hell, literally, and Luckinbill is doing a good job showing him desperately scrambling for something, anything to cling to, while the being cruelly taunts him. Sybok-God threatens to make Kirk, Spock, and (McCoy) die horribly, unless Sybok brings the ship closer so he can “join” with it, which sounds kinda dirty somehow.

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Mark "Scooter" Wilson

Mark is a history guy, a graphics guy, a guy for whom wryly cynical assessments of popular culture are the scallion cream cheese on the toasted everything bagel of life. He spends his time teaching modern history at Brooklyn College, pondering the ancient Romans at the CUNY Graduate Center, and conjuring maps and illustrations for ungrateful bankers at various Manhattan monoliths. Readers are welcome to guess at reasons why he's nicknamed Scooter, with the proviso that all such submissions are guaranteed to be rather more interesting than the truth. Mark lives in the Midwood section of Brooklyn with a happy-go-lucky, flop-eared dog named Chiyo who is probably, at this very moment, waiting patiently for her walkies.

Multi-Part Article: Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (1989)

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