There are some who raise a great hew and cry over J.J. Abrams’ Star Trek reboot, and the more they see, the louder their protestations will get. They’re too young, the Enterprise looks like a flourescent hospital, why is Jim Kirk astro-base-jumping? For them, Star Trek will always be William Shatner, strutting around in those little booties, performing yellow-belt karate chops on aliens dressed like Romans. But for the rest of us – people who can handle a new Battlestar Galactica, a new James Bond every 10 years, and new underpants…
Granted, this is just the trailer (and bounce over to Apple for the hi-def glory), but I get the goose-bumpy tingles I wanted – and only barely got – from Star Wars: Episode III: the heavy, interlocking weight of myth falling into place. Movies are, essentially, a series of moments, and the best ones have moments you can’t forget. Kirk sitting in the Chair, Sulu kicking some ass, that quick two-fingered salute to Uhura…all orchestrated over that sweeping score…Positively mythic, man.
Heck, you know where I stand – in line, waiting for May 8 – but are you convinced? Do Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, and Zoe Saldana get the job done? Or is this still Starfleet 90210 in your eyes?