(October 19, 2014 at 11:59 pm)Drich Wrote: I hate to be the one to say it, but I did just go though the entire Star Trek collection from the orginal pilot to the last into darkness movie. (Over the course of about a year)I beg to differ, I see his emotionally intensity in the character as man who feels powerful emotions, and yet is doing his best to stay cool and rational. I don't find Sisko to be much like kirk either. Kirk totally lacks the raw emotion of sisko in that he will to forget about things and move rather quickly, Where as sisko will hang on to it for years.
And out of it I found my self not liking Avery brooks. I never really liked ds9 as much as the rest of the ship based series (because how can you have a Star Trek without the trek?) but more so the actor himself. He was wayyyy to intense, and stage actor-ie for me. Which work great when he embraced the emissary role.. Everytime there way an emotional scene he reminded my of a cross between a black William shatter be- cause of the stop-- and pause for------ dramatic effect acting style, and the sheer over volume emotion I am reminded of some of the David Koresh/Waco Tx, sermons that were released.
Quote: I think jordie laforge or Worf would have made a better commander of that station.Not a chance. Worf would do phenomenally as a captain character, but a setting where they are own their facing the unknown (Like TOS) Would be alot better. As for LaForge? Maybe, but you would have be creative as fuck to pull it off.
Quote: epsoide of all time was a ds9 epsoide. It was when Sysco,Dax bashire and smilie go back and serve on the orginal enterprise with Kirk.Thats a good one. My favorite is the one where sisko dies and jake spends his whole life trying to get him back.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
