July 13th 2024 is a day that will live in infamy. Not only did we lose Richard Simmons, we also lost one of the most under appreciated thespians of our era: James Sikking. Thank god nothing else bad happened that day.
James Barrie Sikking is best known for his roles in Hill Street Blues and Doogie Howser. But for me his finest hour came in 1984 as Captain Styles in Leonard Nimoy’s Star Trek III: The Search for Spock, a film that is finally getting the recognition it has long deserved. But if there is one criticism I have for the movie, it’s the name “Captain Styles”. Sikking’s scene stealing performance didn’t need a name. He should have simply been referred to as “Excelsior captain”.
From his introduction, with his brief banter with Scotty and wanting “break some of the Enterprise’s speed records,” we immediately understand Sikking’s character. We’ve all worked with a guy like that before; i.e the kind that think they shit don’t stank. And he’s able to convey that INSTANTLY, from his posture to his well trimmed mustache and right down to that seemingly pointless horse whip thing he carries under his arm. Only actors with lethally skilled precision can pull that off.
Later, when the Excelsior captain is rudely interrupted by a yellow alert, he asks “how can there be a yellow alert in space dock?”. The asshole that hailed him replies “sir, someone is stealing the Enterprise!”, the look on his face goes from “what the hell?” to “oh, I know what’s going on here.” So he grabs his fake whip and goes to the bridge where Miguel Ferrer explains all the cool shit that the Excelsior can do. The captain chuckles and mutters “what a wonderful machine” and orders a slow pursuit of the Enterprise. Keep in mine, although no one told him (but he knows damn well) that the most decorated officer in Starfleet history is stealing the most storied ship in the fleet, the Excelsior Captain doesn’t once question his ability to capture Admiral James T. Kirk.
Though the script probably explains that the Captain is only doing his job, Sikking, under the direction of Nimoy, really makes you hate this guy. You can easily imagine his backstory: graduated first in his class at Starfleet Academy, met Kirk once or twice and they hated each other, and unlike many of his peers, he’s managed to maintain a family: a wife and two daughters, both the same age but are not twins. While he’s probably cordial, if not jovial, in social settings, deep down everyone knows that he’s a full blown sociopath. He has no friends, not because he doesn’t welcome them, but because whenever someone comes to his house, he joyfully goes into minute detail on his massive collection of medieval torture devices, meanwhile blissfully unaware of how uncomfortable he’s making his guests. And no one dares to ask him about his eerily quiet wife, who he never talks about, not because he might fly into a rage, but because whatever he tells you you know will be a lie. So all of his underlings steer clear of discussing their captain’s private life, somewhat out of fear, but mostly as a way to assuage their own guilt about knowing of a domestic abuse situation.
James Sikking was able to convey ALL of that with less than three minutes of screen time. And as a result, I say it’s one of the greatest performances in Star Trek history. So RIP to my man.



