Over the past decade I went to all three midnight showings of the newer Star Wars movies. Each one was fun, but ultimately disappointing. George Lucas just didn’t have him in it, anymore. Star Wars was something magical from my childhood, and the magic couldn’t be re-created.
And so it was that I went into Star Trek hoping for at least a decent movie that didn’t wreck all the wonderful memories that I had watching the TV series when I was little.
It was like returning home after an extended stay. Sure, things have changed, and you can never go home again. But some things never change, and it was so good to be back.
The cast was fantastic. I found myself not liking just Kirk and Spock, but Bones, Scotty, Checkov, and even Sulu. They all did great work. There were laugh out loud moments, tense moments, and ‘yee hah’! moments.
It wasn’t a movie that changed the way I looked at life. It wasn’t a deeply moving or philosophical movie. But hoo dang it was a lot of fun.
I did have one disappointment with the movie. As the end credits rolled, I realized these guys aren’t going to be back next week with a new episode. I have to wait two years before I see them again, if even that. Two hours is far too short for my taste.
Please J. J., you know how to do a TV series. Is an hour of Star Trek a week really too much to ask?