No, I don’t mean a spoiler alert. Let’s just say I highly recommend the movie whether or not you were ever a fan of the TV shows. I went to see it yesterday, and it surprised me how much I loved it. For years it has been like a bad boyfriend, the kind who never calls, and then when he does, it may be great (Movies 2, 4, sort of 6 and 8) or it may be awful (the other ones, especially 1 and 10, of which we simply will.not.speak.).
And the TV shows, oh! For people my age, who were very young when it first aired and 8 or 9 when it started to run every afternoon, The Original Series is like the beloved neighborhood where you grew up; when you go back to visit everything looks smaller and the furniture in your grandma’s house seems hilariously out-of-date. Then there is The Next Generation, an attempt to be more mature, not unlike people just out of college and sure they know more than their parents did, silly old dears, and why are they so close-minded about our catsuits when they wore mini-skirts? Then comes my favorite, Deep Space Nine, the exploration of angst that accompanied my 30s, my divorce, the loss of my dad, a tender and touching time in which I asked religious questions and wondered if I would ever find love again and debated the merits of almost everything I had ever believed or thought or felt.
But as my life took a turn for the better, Star Trek, now a bad girlfriend extraordinaire, went down a wrong road, getting lost in the Delta Quadrant, and though I held her hand and listened, I knew I really ought to stop, to quit her cold turkey. When the franchise returned with Enterprise, I could not get interested enough to stay with it to the end, even though it featured a Beagle.
I decided Star Trek was over. I cringed when I heard there might be a remake or a prequel. I had no hopes for this movie. None. I read that J.J. Abrams wasn’t even a fan!!! Really, need I say more? Sacrilege. Sacrilege! I wanted someone to rediscover the underlying idea and bring it to life in a meaningful way, updated for contemporary tastes and technologies. I wanted a story fans would love. I wanted a story Gene Roddenberry would love.
I expected to be disappointed. I expected to break things off once and for all. In fact, I really didn’t plan to see the movie. I didn’t want a bad taste in my mouth.
My daughter loves that actor, even though his day job is cutting open skulls on “Heroes.” Suddenly the one non-Trekkie in my household wanted to see Star Trek.
So we went. And I was amazed. I loved it! I laughed, I cried, I clapped, I reveled, and I remembered what I loved all those years ago. I loved the idea that the world is not going to hell in a hand bag. I loved the idea that all races and all nations will work together, will even work with other species. I loved the idea that harmony might be a value and that good people would be willing to do difficult things to achieve it in the end. I loved the idea that we might reach beyond our known world, whatever that means to us, in an effort to understand more.
Anyway, Light Princess was happy about her TV/Movie Boyfriend, and although he’s a little young for me, I appreciated his gifts, too: the acting, the haircut, the nerve pinch and the raised eyebrow.
I think they have something here.
(But next time, give me Klingons, okay? Because LP’s Mama has always liked those bad boys, from Michael Ansara’s Kang right up to Mr. Worf.)