This was intended as a pilot for a series. Thankfully, it was never picked up. One expects better from executive producer and writer Melinda Snodgrass, who wrote several episodes for Star Trek - The Next Generation. There's not a single original idea here. Worse yet, none of the ideas copied were good to begin with.
The single worst shortcoming of Star Command is its cookie cutter cast of characters. Each of them has a single distinguishing characteristic and nothing else. The Admiral's son who can't live up to the family reputation but ends up saving the day. The tough girl from the slums of LA. The rich-boy slacker. The traitorous coward. The smart Japanese female engineer. And a female African-American pilot to round out the ethnic mix who has no backstory whatsoever. Essentially, the Power Rangers without their giant robot. To add "star power," Chad Everett and Morgan Fairchild appear as "old hands" in the corps.
If the heroes are from a familiar mold, the villains are plucked straight from a World War II movie. In contrast with the United Colors of Benetton kids, they're unabashedly older, Aryan types who would look completely natural saluting Hitler, which I suppose is the point since the writer beats us over the head with the parallels to old Germany, what with the blatant bigotry and the "we need elbow room" justification. Their commander even has an indistinct accent vaguely reminiscent of German. Their uniforms seem derived from the SS. Just when you think it can't get more black and white, the space cadets from the other side sit next to the good kids. Black uniforms and white uniforms.
The other aspects of the production are not much better. The music is completely forgettable. Costume design is only average for a TV sci-fi movie. And the effects and production design are the usual fare for 1996, less impressive than "Space: Above and Beyond." The virtual reality is another of the most pathetic and unimaginative parts of the movie. They would add glitches in the picture every few seconds, as if we would otherwise forget that it's not part of the "real world." And somehow, I can't imagine slacker guy watching these dull, slow-moving costume pieces straight out of a romance novel. He'd want to just cut to the chase and rip the clothes off the gorgeous woman in the VR. Those VR sequences are a woman's fantasy, not a man's.
It all goes on far too long. This could have been done in an hour. Still, despite all its flaws, it was somewhat watchable. Every once in awhile, we do seem to need some simplistic escapism. But we just can't shake the feeling that this would have been right at home in the pages of a comic book.
The single worst shortcoming of Star Command is its cookie cutter cast of characters. Each of them has a single distinguishing characteristic and nothing else. The Admiral's son who can't live up to the family reputation but ends up saving the day. The tough girl from the slums of LA. The rich-boy slacker. The traitorous coward. The smart Japanese female engineer. And a female African-American pilot to round out the ethnic mix who has no backstory whatsoever. Essentially, the Power Rangers without their giant robot. To add "star power," Chad Everett and Morgan Fairchild appear as "old hands" in the corps.
If the heroes are from a familiar mold, the villains are plucked straight from a World War II movie. In contrast with the United Colors of Benetton kids, they're unabashedly older, Aryan types who would look completely natural saluting Hitler, which I suppose is the point since the writer beats us over the head with the parallels to old Germany, what with the blatant bigotry and the "we need elbow room" justification. Their commander even has an indistinct accent vaguely reminiscent of German. Their uniforms seem derived from the SS. Just when you think it can't get more black and white, the space cadets from the other side sit next to the good kids. Black uniforms and white uniforms.
The other aspects of the production are not much better. The music is completely forgettable. Costume design is only average for a TV sci-fi movie. And the effects and production design are the usual fare for 1996, less impressive than "Space: Above and Beyond." The virtual reality is another of the most pathetic and unimaginative parts of the movie. They would add glitches in the picture every few seconds, as if we would otherwise forget that it's not part of the "real world." And somehow, I can't imagine slacker guy watching these dull, slow-moving costume pieces straight out of a romance novel. He'd want to just cut to the chase and rip the clothes off the gorgeous woman in the VR. Those VR sequences are a woman's fantasy, not a man's.
It all goes on far too long. This could have been done in an hour. Still, despite all its flaws, it was somewhat watchable. Every once in awhile, we do seem to need some simplistic escapism. But we just can't shake the feeling that this would have been right at home in the pages of a comic book.