IMDb meta-data is twenty-seven hour-long episodes rated 8.0 by 51,306 idiots.
Genre: Derivative
Verdict: The Bickersons in space. (Well, not that good, but like that.)
A group of Star Trek wannabes mix with CGIs while imitating a Seinfeld episode. Oh hum.
No characters, no character development, no narrative, no mystery, no awe, no story, just a few ever more lame gags that could have been situated anywhere, decorated with a lot of rubber face masks. The mental level was frat boy with keg.
I did like Arbor Day and the best use of the Kardasians, but not enough to persevere after episode three. It was mercifully free of the repetitive high volume shoot ‘em ups that now comprise Star Trek movies.
Though in one shoot-out the determined efforts of one alleged character to present right profile regardless of the circumstances was apparent. So was the absence of officers from the bridge on several occasions. Is that anyway to run a starship?
The name Orville I suppose is a tribute but nothing is made of it. Apollo 11 carried a splinter of a strut from Kitty Hawk lend by the Smithsonian Museum. (Figure it out, Bro.) Now that was a tribute.