Martin Gero, Roland Emmerich, and Dean Devlin Spark Stargate’s Dazzling Comeback

Olivia Bennett, 11/20/2025The Stargate franchise is set for a vibrant revival in 2025, blending nostalgia with new ambitions. Key creators, including Martin Gero and original filmmakers, promise an evolution that honors the past while inviting new fans. Prepare for a cosmic adventure that transcends previous iterations!

Let’s not mince words. Stargate isn’t a single cult saga or a one-off galactic jaunt—it’s the kind of franchise where wormholes serve both as literal portals and as a neat metaphor for fandom itself: unpredictable, intricate, and prone to sucking in whole new generations. The original film—Roland Emmerich’s 1994 confection—threw together James Spader’s thoughtful hipster vibes with Kurt Russell’s military steeliness, all wrapped in a faux-Egyptian motif that screamed high-concept TV before the phrase even landed at Hollywood staff meetings. What followed? SG-1, Atlantis, Universe… and, inevitably, a skein of side projects that clung to pop culture’s fabric like persistent stardust.

Fast forward: Martin Gero, someone whose resume practically glows with Stargate isotope, is back in the thick of it. He admits it outright—his first real break in television meant writing for Stargate: Atlantis, and that taste of the cosmos never quite left him. “It’s in my DNA,” Gero says these days, although one suspects there’s more than a little cosmic luck to landing the showrunner seat now. Alongside him? Names like Joby Harold and Tory Tunnell (Star Wars alumni, no less), plus franchise originators Dean Devlin and Roland Emmerich—the kind of roundtable where even the catering probably sparkles. Intergalactic power lunch, anyone?

Yet, the big Amazon reveal was handled with practiced grace. Nick Pepper, now holding a prime SVOD TV development chair at Amazon, delivered his lines with all the pomp of an envelope-opening at the Oscars: “Stargate is an enduring, iconic franchise that has captivated audiences for decades with its bold exploration of humanity’s place in the cosmos.” One can almost hear the collective sigh—in relief or anticipation, depending who’s in the room. If there’s a whiff of reverence, it’s deliberate. This isn’t nostalgia-mining in the lazy sense. Think of it as more of a tailored resurrection—sequined, sure, but also somehow considered.

For devotees, the promise is more than just a reheated wormhole. Gero’s vow: an evolution, not just homage. Veteran fans clutching their Naquadah crystals and rapid-fire referencing the Goa’uld can expect winks and callbacks. But—crucially—there’s space for new recruits. Fresh faces. A fresh shade of adventure, perhaps finally tuned to the unruly expanse demanded by streaming in 2025. If the previous shows traipsed the fine line between camp and cosmic, one is left wondering how this incarnation, with its new media resources and old guard guardians, will tilt.

Of course, revivals teeter on a high wire. Balancing diehards’ expectations (and that is not a group shy on opinions) with an era hungry for break-the-internet spectacle is no small feat. A memeable Egyptian god-king one moment, a complex emotional arc the next—can all this find its rhythm in the age of five-second TikTok verdicts? Or will this Stargate do the unthinkable and leap past trend, reclaiming a bit of stately sci-fi grandeur, minus the genre’s usual self-seriousness?

SG-1 gave us offbeat diplomatic prowess in the face of existential threats; Atlantis went for brooding charm and underwater chic; Universe, meanwhile, chased moodiness straight into the void. Now, it’s anyone’s guess. Will someone from the original squad—Teal’c, Samantha Carter, Colonel O’Neill—stroll through a portal, nonchalant as ever? Or will the casting nod wholly to fresh ambition, all glossed in 2025’s natural tendency for self-awareness?

Admittedly, there’s something irresistible about this gamble. No one here is promising a carbon copy of past glories. Instead, it’s a risk dressed in gold trim, self-aware enough to remember what worked, bold enough to reinvent. The next season of Stargate could give us a new cosmic fashion statement or just another well-dressed nostalgia trip. The fun, as ever, is not knowing which just yet.

So, dust off that convention badge, reach for the sturdiest travel-worn boots (no one ever beams down in Louboutins), and keep an eye on the dialing device. The Stargate is spinning again—and this time, if the creative chemistry holds, the cosmos might actually not be big enough.

Somewhere between MGM’s mid-century swagger and Amazon’s digital empire, the Stargate franchise is finding room to exhale—not just another hasty reboot, but a creature of stardust and nostalgia given fresh oxygen for 2025. The gate is wide open again, but it’s not stepping timidly; there’s a touch of peacock energy here, swagger draped in Nile gold. Blink and you’ll miss the old familiarity waltzing with new ambition.Let’s not mince words. Stargate isn’t a single cult saga or a one-off galactic jaunt—it’s the kind of franchise where wormholes serve both as literal portals and as a neat metaphor for fandom itself: unpredictable, intricate, and prone to sucking in whole new generations. The original film—Roland Emmerich’s 1994 confection—threw together James Spader’s thoughtful hipster vibes with Kurt Russell’s military steeliness, all wrapped in a faux-Egyptian motif that screamed high-concept TV before the phrase even landed at Hollywood staff meetings. What followed? SG-1, Atlantis, Universe… and, inevitably, a skein of side projects that clung to pop culture’s fabric like persistent stardust.Fast forward: Martin Gero, someone whose resume practically glows with Stargate isotope, is back in the thick of it. He admits it outright—his first real break in television meant writing for Stargate: Atlantis, and that taste of the cosmos never quite left him. “It’s in my DNA,” Gero says these days, although one suspects there’s more than a little cosmic luck to landing the showrunner seat now. Alongside him? Names like Joby Harold and Tory Tunnell (Star Wars alumni, no less), plus franchise originators Dean Devlin and Roland Emmerich—the kind of roundtable where even the catering probably sparkles. Intergalactic power lunch, anyone?Yet, the big Amazon reveal was handled with practiced grace. Nick Pepper, now holding a prime SVOD TV development chair at Amazon, delivered his lines with all the pomp of an envelope-opening at the Oscars: “Stargate is an enduring, iconic franchise that has captivated audiences for decades with its bold exploration of humanity’s place in the cosmos.” One can almost hear the collective sigh—in relief or anticipation, depending who’s in the room. If there’s a whiff of reverence, it’s deliberate. This isn’t nostalgia-mining in the lazy sense. Think of it as more of a tailored resurrection—sequined, sure, but also somehow considered.For devotees, the promise is more than just a reheated wormhole. Gero’s vow: an evolution, not just homage. Veteran fans clutching their Naquadah crystals and rapid-fire referencing the Goa’uld can expect winks and callbacks. But—crucially—there’s space for new recruits. Fresh faces. A fresh shade of adventure, perhaps finally tuned to the unruly expanse demanded by streaming in 2025. If the previous shows traipsed the fine line between camp and cosmic, one is left wondering how this incarnation, with its new media resources and old guard guardians, will tilt.Of course, revivals teeter on a high wire. Balancing diehards’ expectations (and that is not a group shy on opinions) with an era hungry for break-the-internet spectacle is no small feat. A memeable Egyptian god-king one moment, a complex emotional arc the next—can all this find its rhythm in the age of five-second TikTok verdicts? Or will this Stargate do the unthinkable and leap past trend, reclaiming a bit of stately sci-fi grandeur, minus the genre’s usual self-seriousness?SG-1 gave us offbeat diplomatic prowess in the face of existential threats; Atlantis went for brooding charm and underwater chic; Universe, meanwhile, chased moodiness straight into the void. Now, it’s anyone’s guess. Will someone from the original squad—Teal’c, Samantha Carter, Colonel O’Neill—stroll through a portal, nonchalant as ever? Or will the casting nod wholly to fresh ambition, all glossed in 2025’s natural tendency for self-awareness?Admittedly, there’s something irresistible about this gamble. No one here is promising a carbon copy of past glories. Instead, it’s a risk dressed in gold trim, self-aware enough to remember what worked, bold enough to reinvent. The next season of Stargate could give us a new cosmic fashion statement or just another well-dressed nostalgia trip. The fun, as ever, is not knowing which just yet.So, dust off that convention badge, reach for the sturdiest travel-worn boots (no one ever beams down in Louboutins), and keep an eye on the dialing device. The Stargate is spinning again—and this time, if the creative chemistry holds, the cosmos might actually not be big enough.