It seems that the dissatisfying depths sunk to by The Phantom Menace have caused the sci-fi pendulum to swing wildly back into the Star Trek camp. First we're given Galaxy Quest, a fictional spoof on the Star Trek convention sub-culture, and now the Trekkies, a dead-pan documentary that manages to take the spoof further than any fiction could. The premise is simple; former Next Generation cast member Denise Crosby wanders the desolate plains of science fiction conventions with camera in tow. What she uncovers is often fascinating, frequently disturbing, and almost without exception, incredibly sad.
In case you've missed one of the best-documented cultural phenomena of the past two decades, convention attendees notoriously devote their time and energy to emulating what they've seen on the screen, which usually means playing dress-up. Some are obviously out to have fun, but most seem to invest a great deal of their self-worth in the creation of their characters. Even this can provide good entertainment, but it often seems unbearably vacant; many of these folks express admiration for the society of equality and freedom depicted by Trek, but instead of actually doing something in the real world to make the vision come to life, they put on a wig, paint their face blue and go to the con.
Not surprisingly, the pretense clung to by the Trekkies (or Trekkers, as some prefer to be called) rings false much of the time. The Star Fleet officers they strive to mimic are members of a hierarchical, pseudo-military organization, in which people presumably ascend in rank through merit and achievement. The sad sacks running around in Trekkies have the luxury of defining themselves as they wish. Logic would dictate that such a scenario would produce many more Lieutenant Commanders than Yeoman, and Trekkies provides ample proof. What's especially hard to comprehend is the gleam of pride so evident in the eyes of these people. What's to be proud of? They did nothing to earn their store-bought uniforms or pips, except, of course, purchase them. I got the impression that 20 years ago, these same folks would have been nudging me on the school bus, offering to tell me tales of their 20th-level Paladin, his +5 Holy Avenger, and the contents of his Bag of Holding.
Thankfully, we are also offered a few brief interviews with many of the cast members of the original series and its progeny. The descriptions of the "original" Trek convention are intriguing. Most admirable is Brent Spiner (Lt. Cmd. Data from Next Generation), whose dry humor and cynicism seem appropriate.