Rocket Men
Justin Gibson | December 2, 2008
So, the good Peter and myself were able to see that presentation on the new Trek film that’s been doing the rounds. It consisted of a brief intro by a chap from Paramount (who admitted ruefully to have presided over the release of all of the other Trek films), then about 35-odd minutes of footage in four scenes, each introduced by the ever-personable onscreen mug of director JJ Abrams. The whole affair seemed at heart to be a marketing tool to get folks like us to voluntarily become part of the hype machine surrounding the film, and… well, I do believe it worked.
If I had to distill into a single phrase what we saw - it rocked.
Visually, it’s the shit - the actors are all hot young things, the sets, virtual and practical, look fantastic, the effects are spectacular (and not used just for their own sake, it seems) and, judging by the scene where a bunch of our heroes parachute from orbit onto some kind of weapony platformy thing and then get into fights with bad guys, it’s what Abrams does best; expertly-executed, visceral, exciting action. It was - dare I use phrases so hackneyed? - adrenaline-fuelled, edge-of-the seat stuff.
Well - that’ll be points towards gainful employment writing copy for DVD covers.
Great.
And the characters? Well, they seem carefully-realised young versions of the old stalwarts, except full of beans and new energy. Kirk swaggers his way around like the world owes him someth-, uh, everything, Spock is constructed entirely of logic and wry eyebrow-moves, Bones is all gruff practicality. Pegg is charming and funny as Scottie, Chekov seems to be on board primarily for gags about his accent. They’re goofy gags, sure - but when did Trek have anything but goofy gags?
When I reported this to two friends of mine who are big fans of the Shatner original (one of whom is also a friend of the show), however, they expressed a different sentiment. I love the old series, or at least I thought I did until my enthusiasm was torn apart as though by a <planet>-ian <fictious monster>-onax with teeth and claws of <impossibly strong>-ium. Their feelings were in the “I don’t want to see a great show made into an empty modern action-flick that’s all about spectacle and devoid of any merit outside of being made into a ride at Warner Brothers Movie World” sort of area.
They didn’t buy my “It’s not a WB film” protestations. As great big fanboys, I would’ve thought accuracy was something they’d care about. Sheesh.
So, a word of caution amongst my admittedly easy-to-provoke enthusiasm - indications are that diehard fans might have trouble with this new iteration. My friends could very easily be right, if recent cinematic history is anything to go by. It could be, as they justifiably point out, a big pile of soulless nonsense with a cheap Trek paintjob. I kinda hope that, instead, it’s the real and authentic soul of Trek, just given new life in a new body.
Ultimately, perhaps Star Trek was just never meant to rock… but I say bring it on.










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