Monday, June 25, 2007

Mr. and Mrs. Seven of Nine

Sorry, boys and girls, but it's time to put those naughty fantasies away for good. Jeri Ryan is now officially off the market:

Actress Jeri Ryan Marries French Chef

Jeri Ryan married French chef Christophe Eme in the French countryside over the weekend, her rep confirms exclusively to PEOPLE.

"There was so much love in the air," says wedding planner Lisa Vorce of Oh, How Charming! event production. "They are so happy together."

Ryan, 39, who stars in CBS's legal drama Shark, wore a Vera Wang gown as she and Eme, 37, exchanged vows Saturday in a castle in Eme's hometown outside Angers in the Loire Valley.

"It's breathtakingly beautiful," Ryan told PEOPLE in November of the wedding venue. "I pulled in and just started crying."

As a big-time Trekkie, I've had a warm fondness for Jeri Ryan ever since I saw her for the first time in Voyager, and I believe that the introduction of Ryan's Seven of Nine character single-handedly saved the series from cancellation. Voyager wasn't the worse Star Trek spin-off (no, that dubious honor goes to the infamous Enterprise), but it was an ambitious, ill-conceived and doomed experiment, and it precipitated the slow decline of the franchise.

The bad luck began when Geneviève Bujold dropped out, and the dull Kate Mulgrew was cast as Captain Janeway. Oops. As awful as that misfire was, it got worse. The cross-eyed and tone-deaf producers of Voyager continued to unerringly hit our collective thumbs squarely with a hammer by giving us an African-American Vulcan with an ugly haircut, The Dullest Klingon In The Universe, a guy who had Mike Tyson's facial tattoo, and a motley crew of assorted non-entities in starfleet uniforms. Add a few tasteless plots left from The Next Generation and Deep Space Nine, toss in the microwave, and serve. Blah.

But the addition of Seven of Nine changed everything for the better.

A drone captured from the Borg collective, Seven of Nine became a member of Voyager's crew and, other than Robert Picardo's sly, charming and graceful portrayal of the ship's doctor, was the program's most compelling character. Bitterly resented by Mulgrew, and unfairly maligned as cheesecake in a skintight suit, I thought Ryan gave Voyager humor, mystery, sensuality, and a subtle and tragic poignancy that wasn't there before.

As with Spock, Data, and Odo, Seven of Nine was an alien being misplaced in a world of humans searching to find her own identity. In return, these intriguing characters made us question our own assumptions about what humanity was. Oboy, now we're cooking. With so much to work with, the stories practically wrote themselves. For example, a gentle and heartfelt scene where The Doctor teaches a quizzical Seven of Nine to sing "You Are My Sunshine" is wonderful. Who cares if Mulgrew was pissed off? I'm sure David Caruso didn't like it when Andy Sipowicz didn't stay dead like he was supposed to because Dennis Franz was so good in NYPD Blue, people didn't want to see him go. Jeri Ryan did the same thing, and deserved her success. Presently, Jeri is trying her best not be be devoured by the crazed scenery-chewing of James Woods. She was better in Voyager.

I wish Jeri Ryan and Christopher Eme all the best in their marriage. Sob. The lucky bastard.