For a fan production, this is astonishingly good -- but that qualification is needed. Judged by professional standards, there are serious problems here, not least some of the acting. Charles Root's is probably the worst attempt at a Scottish accent that I've ever heard (I'd not have placed its supposed origin if I hadn't already known that this was Scotty), and it sometimes makes him difficult to understand. James Cawley's facial rictus when he speaks lines meant to be commanding or decisive or emotional can provoke amusement at the most inappropriate times. The rest of the main cast ranges from acceptable to good (Julienne Irons - who deserved more screen time - and Christina Moses are both at the upper end, followed closely by Jeffery Quinn).
George Takei stands out, of course -- and by normal standards it would have been a mistake to include him, as he serves to accentuate the limitations of some of the rest of the cast. But normal standards don't apply. This is a fan production, with a budget to match, and one can and should overlook much. On its own terms, this is a brilliant achievement, and I was unable to overlook only Charles Root's murder by slow suffocation of the Scottish accent.
George Takei stands out, of course -- and by normal standards it would have been a mistake to include him, as he serves to accentuate the limitations of some of the rest of the cast. But normal standards don't apply. This is a fan production, with a budget to match, and one can and should overlook much. On its own terms, this is a brilliant achievement, and I was unable to overlook only Charles Root's murder by slow suffocation of the Scottish accent.