Mostly agree with the zeitgeist around here, but adding:  Joanie would have been recognizable based on social media or other online whatnot, especially in a future where privacy is even less available than it is now.

I enjoyed this episode. Working with XR, I buy most of the climate stuff, and I think it’s cool in a sad way to see what it might be like 30-40 years from now, if we don’t fix what we are doing to the environment.

I bought the Moana reference; that’s a big successful Disney movie which people of that generation would absolutely have seen as kids, much as we have all seen stuff like Snow White or The Little Mermaid.

But it’s from the memory of the perspective of the unreliable... no you’re right, I can’t; it’s just sloppy.

Respectfully, having read a lot of the latest stuff on the climate crisis, it really isn’t that far off from what science is saying is very likely. It is a bit over the top woke, don’t get me wrong - but it’s probably going to be quite like that in 30-40 years.

Big thumbs up to the production team/effects people and some of the actors; they made a 70% TERRIBLE script full of totally half-baked, awful decisions, risks, and first-draft ideas feel almost enjoyable.

Would you believe Spock is dyslexic, and this gives him superpowers to see through time, except also it will drive him crazy so ... not actually all that useful? No?  I see.  Don’t tell me Leland is taken over by the evil phantom BOB and stealing data that nobody can read or delete, page by legible page!  I told you…

This is just the first in about eleventeen reasons why this part of the plot made no sense.

Time crystaling from the future to say: I know this is not Discovery, and is more of an Orville thing, but I really wish they had set up the whole trap and all that fancy equipment only to have the Red Angel parachute in on a beam of tachyons, interrupting before they even throw a switch, going like “I know what…

That line was amazing.

I flew in here from the future in an angel suit to say: I had a similar thought. I wanted the audience not to know the plan. I wanted to be in the Red Angel’s perspective, where somehow Michael is imperiled in a much more believable way, and the Red Angel swoops in, and then we realize it was a setup. This is, of…

Also (I say from the future, because I’m just annoyed enough to need to express it), “Computer, give me everything in your entire universal database on these numbers. You ready? It’s going to be a really specific clue that’s only going to have one result. Got a pencil? Okay, it’s these six numbers. Bet that’s one…

I come from the future, a Red Angel, to say:  The part where I am pretty sure I’m not going to watch this show anymore was when Saru takes a smashed flying security bot, picks up some pieces, tinkers with them using his bare hands, and not only makes a device capable of HAILING the ship, but then it happens to plug…

Loved Sierra’s perspective. She really had a juicy role and I thought she sold it. Lots of subtlety, lots of awkwardness, lots of inconsistent acting in her Bovary role, with moments of brilliance throughout.

AAAAA you are probably right and no thanks for planting that idea. Especially in the world of The Affair, where people have unsafe, unprotected sex with each other as a means of, like, toweling off after a jog or whatever, that would totally be the thing that breaks them up for good, that reveal.

Yes yes yes yes.  I was thinking this.  “The odds are against us, but...” Are they though?

I come from the distant September future to say:  THANK YOU.

Agreed it’s confusing... I’m on the tear it apart side, though.  C- for nice looking effects and a reasonably interesting final sequence that has almost nothing to do with the rest.

I get Script Supervisor Erica’s character; I think she’s excited by stardom and she’s probably a hopeful writer; Noah’s multiply published and hunky and interesting and she probably has been fooled into thinking he’s virtuous and she wishes to be like him, and/or marry someone like him, smoking rare herbs in Paris, tak…

Was the art of Whitney herself?