Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (1989) (part 3 of 13)

And so, Not-Connery’s not-Vulcan laughter takes us into the opening titles. As with all Star Trek movies (well, the first ten, anyway), the titles go on for way too long against a boring, slow-motion star field, though at least for this film they only use this tired format for the performer credits. They’re still using the 1980s Star Trek font—you know, the one with all the sharp edges you’re afraid you’ll cut yourself on—and music supervisor Jerry Goldsmith even went back and recycled his own theme from the first movie rather than coughing up something new, or reusing Leonard Rosenman’s (vaguely Christmas-y) theme from Star Trek IV.

Which means that the theme they’re using here is also the theme for Star Trek: The Next Generation, and that means I’m now nervously scanning the credits for Wil Wheaton’s name. Okay, so far so good. Whew. (Boy, remember how upset we all were that Wesley Crusher was almost completely cut out of Star Trek: Nemesis? When I saw him sitting there at Will and Deanna’s wedding, in his single, tiny remaining shot, I for one wanted to stand up and shout, “You missed one!”)

So, the titles are a snooze. Don’t worry, I’ll wake you up when something interesting happens. Unfortunately, that won’t be until Star Trek VI.

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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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