Star Trek fans! It’s time to fluff up the Tribble and dig out the party pants.
It’s been announced that huge names from all the Star Trek franchises will be heading to London in October for Destination Star Trek 3. William Shatner, Karl Urban and Bruce Greenwood will be headlining the three-day Trek fest and a host of other stars will also be appearing.
But that’s not all. In news to melt your plastic pointy ears, Star Trek legend Leonard Nimoy will be beaming down to chat to fans via a live video link.
Shatner, Urban and Greenwood will be appearing on stage and will be available for photograph and autograph opportunities throughout the weekend with fans.
The event will also host a special Star Trek: The Next Generation reunion moderated by William Shatner. Fans will get the chance to be photographed on the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-D bridge with stars including Brent Spiner, Jonathan Frakes, Michael Dorn, LeVar Burton, Marina Sirtis and Gates McFadden.
But that’s still not all. Sirtis and McFadden will be joined by some of the other leading women of Star Trek including Nichelle Nichols, Denise Crosby, Alice Krige and Jeri Ryan (form an orderly queue lycra fans).
And, if you’ve ever wanted to dance in the holodeck to the smooth sounds of Vegas crooner Vic Fontaine, you’re in luck. Sci fi god James Time Tunnel Darren will be performing in character at one of the after-parties.
Excited much? Stay tuned for updates. Click here to get the full line-up and book tickets.
But it’s not all just about the opening credits. The shows need great music throughout.
Here is the TVClaw Top 5 of television soundtracks. And I’m talking original scores, not soundtracks artfully (and expensively) cobbled together from the producers’ and writers’ favourite albums. It’s an entirely subjective list, and there may be some glaring omissions, so add your picks in Comments.
The TVClaw Top 5 Best Original Television Soundtracks
1) Battlestar Galactica(2003): Bear McCreary. BSG remains one of the best television dramas ever, and much of the credit lies with McCreary’s fantastic score (a.k.a. “the sound of poundy drums”) . The original Battlestar Galactica also had its own memorable score, which was nominated for a Grammy in 1979. It lost out to John Williams and Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and hey, there’s no shame in that.
2) Star Trek (1966): It’s all about that theme song by Alexander Courage plus incidental music from Courage, George Duning, Gerald Fried, Sol Kaplan and Fred Steiner. Instantly memorable.
3) Doctor Who (1963, 2005): Ron Grainer, Delia Derbyshire and Dick Mills at the BBC Radiophonic Workshop provided the original theme song, which still survives in the opening credits despite several recent attempts to mess with it. Now that the BBC Radiophonic Workshop is but a distant memory, composers Murray Gold and Ben Foster continue to create music for time travelling.
4) The Returned/Les Revenants (2012): Mogwai. It’s new and recent and it’s just great. Who knew xylophones could be the stuff of nightmares? Mogwai’s understated score makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
5) Band of Brothers (2001): Michael Kamen. This landmark HBO miniseries was Kamen’s untimely swansong and he scored a vast amount of classical movements for it. A stunning body of work.
Cumberbatch has got the whole John Crichton vibe going on in the promo pic, but is he really the new Khan?
That’s the question which has been vexing fans since filming began. Personally, I’ve been lobbying from the beginning for Cumberbatch’s character to continue down the crazy Roman Emperor route and be called Caligula Morningstar. But, hey, I know J.J. Abrams doesn’t take my advice often.
But, it could all just be Abrams et al. messing with our heads. My, how they love a good bit of misdirection. And for my part, I am loving the fact that we still don’t know. We have another five months to go before it comes out, people!
I’ve got my fingers crossed that the arm in the green woolly jumper actually belongs to William Shatner, not Chris Pine, and that it’s Shat–Nimoy redux.
This week I boldly went to the ExCel in Docklands for ‘Destination: Star Trek London’, the first UK Star Trek convention in more than a decade.
On the way there my carriage on the DLR contained a couple of excited Vulcans, a Captain Picard and two Borg drones. I felt distinctly underdressed.
Inside the ExCel, among all the velour and nylon, I was puzzled by how many Star Trek fans had apparently chosen to dress as fire-fighters.
Having assumed that said Trekkies (or Trekkers, depending on where you stand in the never-ending semantic debate) were merely wearing some kind of deluxe Enterprise boiler suits, I was enlightened by a sign announcing the ‘London Fire Brigade International Extrication Challenge’ was also taking place in the ExCel. A-ha …
I proceeded to my destination (Gate S9, which surely should have been renamed DS9 for the occasion) Surak-like, calm in the knowledge that should any engines blow, we’d be safely extricated.
Like any hack worth their salt I grabbed my press pass and headed straight for the press room/VIP area to grab a free cup of coffee and a chocolate biscuit. Because the organisers had run out of souvenir lanyards I shoved my pass into my coat pocket.
Now, a freelance journalist’s working life has a lot in common with an actor’s. You’re always competing for work with people who are younger, better-looking, more energetic and maybe more talented than you. You have periods of unemployment — actors call it “resting”, we call it “working on my novel” — during which you alternate between feelings of extreme boredom and raging paranoia that you’ll never work again.
Then you get a job, which usually involves a lot of standing around waiting for something to happen, followed by a few minutes of bright lights, action and cameramen shouting at you. And then it’s back to hanging around again.
At big events like ‘DSTL’, both groups are always on the look-out for networking opportunities. Which is how I came to be wedged in the VIP area with a fellow freelancer and a bunch of confused Star Trek veterans who thought I might be someone useful.
I was lurking near the coffee table when Avery Brooks (Captain Sisko, DS9) came in and sat down next to me. Then William Shatner (Captain Kirk himself!) came in and sat down in a corner of the room.
There was a frisson of excitement among the assembled hacks, several of whom asked for an autograph and/or a quote. Shatner’s minder politely moved people away and a PR woman went around asking people with press passes to leave the room.
As she was doing this I was deep in conversation at the back with a journalist/Star Trek fan. Perhaps because I wasn’t wearing my press pass, and his was obscured by a different, official-looking pass, we were left unmolested. We decided to stick together.
It’s entirely possible that afterwards lots of people looked through photos taken in the VIP area asking “who the f*** are those two in the background?”
More actors and producers arrived and the room started to fill up. Some of the younger actors were chatting knowledgeably about wine, and Michael Dorn (Worf, TNG), asked me where he could hang up his coat. I didn’t know.
Walter Koenig (Chekov) hovered around the now biscuit-less coffee table on his own.
We mingled with a veritable ‘Who’s Who’ of actors and writers from just about every branch of the Star Trek franchise. Ronald D. Moore talked about his approach to drama, Denise Crosby confided that the NextGen jumpsuits made everyone sweat bucketloads … Frankly, my inner Trekkie’s head was exploding.
At one stage my new friend Scott (no, not Bakula) and I were followed across the arena floor by a small gaggle of actors who thought we were taking them to where they were supposed to be. We weren’t, of course. We were just having a look around before the doors opened, and he happened to be holding a clipboard. Ever professional, they took it very well.
One of the best things about a convention like ‘DSTL’ is that, in addition to the stars, you get to meet some other really interesting people, whether they be fans of the show or people who worked on it.
I listened to a great talk given by airbrushing guru Paul Olsen, who riffed on Procul Harum and San Francisco in the ’60s, and on an unnamed studio head accidentally damaging the film model of the starship Enterprise when he was showing off to a girlfriend.
Paul even brought a meteorite with him so that fans could hold an ancient piece of rock that used to hang in the sky somewhere near Jupiter. Now that’s groovy, man.
By popular demand, honourable mention was given to Galaxy Quest, which was included for being more than just a Star Trek parody. The question was asked: Could ‘Galaxy Quest’ even be the best ‘Star Trek’ film? Now there’s a thought …
As I sat nursing a plastic glassful of “Blood Wine” (a sinus-clearing blend of tequila, cranberry juice and Tabasco) in the Klingon Zone bar a crowd of photographers ran in and started jostling for position in front of the throne.
Unphased by the phalanx of shutterbugs right next to her, a woman from cake-meistersChoccywoccydoodah was calmly installing a brilliant three-tiered cake based on the Borg cubes chasing the Enterprise in First Contact. It could only mean one thing: the first official Klingon wedding in the UK was about to take place.
I hate to rain on a parade, but for me Jossie Sockertopp and Sonnie Gustavsson’s nuptials were disappointing. I’d been expecting a gang of huge Klingon warriors in fur and leather, and lots of guttural shouting and growling. Instead, we got a very sweet young couple in matching outfits and jewelled diadems who seemed over-awed by the occasion and the banks of photographers and journalists around them.
Let’s face it: I wasn’t the only one who was gutted that Worf didn’t show up as MC. We got a human celebrant in a suit instead. However, when I bumped into Jossie and Sonnie later on they said they’d had a good time. Which was all that mattered, I suppose. It was a nice day for a Klingon wedding.