It is hard to quantify how much I missed Jean-Luc Picard. When I walked out of Nemesis in 2002, it was with fatigue and something approaching despair. Nemesis was an exercise in nostalgia, though not really of The Next Generation. The film desperately wanted to be The Wrath of Khan, a film whose shadow is now so long as to be inescapable – just ask JJ Abrams (more on him