"Staaardaaate!", my father would bellow on those 90s Saturday mornings to call us before the TV set as the intro of the next episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine 9 (or some other spin-off) started on the screen. I usually answered the call, but sometimes I had something better to do. Star Trek was, like Dr Who, a series I have really wished to be a fan of, and never managed. On the surface, it had the potential to be everything I wanted from TV. The basic theme of a spaceship in a mission to explore the galaxies is not only incredibly cool in and of itself, but it can also lend itself to every genre I enjoy. War, adventure, drama, comedy, parody, survival horror, crime, or even western if needed, and of course, pure science fiction, with emphasis on either the science or the fiction part. And occasionally, the show contained these in traces. But not enough. And there was the low-budget atmosphere, a "made for TV" sense around it (this was a decade before series caught up with and then surpassed motion pictures in quality). Long story short, the TV show left me sympathetic, but lukewarm.
