Star Trek

I may have just watched the best blockbuster of the year. I’m don’t care about the Star Trek universe, but to me this was an excellent ride packed with emotions, jokes and explosions. The contrast between the squeaky clean Enterprise and the squeaky dirty Romulan ship is almost as sexy as the contrast between Kirk’s impulsiveness and Spock’s logic. The casting is incredibly good, the whole crew are amazingly likeable and I had no problem at all relating to them (with the possible exception of Uhura). Once again, J.J. Abrams confirms that everything he touches turns to gold. This is what nerdvana should be like :-) PS: The infantile monstrosity of the new Star Wars can lower its head in shame, because right here and now, a new era of modern sci-fi has begun (hopefully). (2009.05.07)

"Is there a doctor here? I need urgent help for a die-hard Star Trek fan!" said a guy two rows above me after the film was over. I understood what he meant. I wasn't expecting anything soulful from Orci and Kurtzman, but if Abrams wasn’t this good at his craft, the rest of the people in the movie theater would certainly not have enjoyed it as much. He traded the naivety of this space saga for an unbelievable barrage of catchphrases, action, and visual orgies, which he endowed with so much warp that I literally suffered on the way home in a speeding carriage. The perfect casting and the amazing work by the ILM guys are just the icing on the cake. This was two hours of pleasure. (2009.05.12)

After successfully watching all the feature-length adventures of the old crew, I smiled indulgently at the passion of all the Trekkies and welcomed the restart of their adventures mainly because of Abrams behind the camera. When a tear dropped at Kirk's birth, I became uncertain, but I attributed it mainly to the huge emotional intensity of the opening minutes. But when another tear dropped just because Leonard Nimoy appeared on the screen, I realized that despite all possible objections, I am a fan who devours every minute. Whether it's breathtaking ice adventures, a smile at the fact that Čechov had an amazing accent from the first minutes on the Enterprise, or the realization that James Tiberius Kirk is cool even without Shatner's charisma. A week after the screening, it is ultimately 90%. I rejoice at the registration into the Starfleet, and perhaps only the first adventure of promising novices could have been a bit more original than a confrontation with an angry avenger. But something tells me that the second time around, it will be at maximum warp. P.S.: The second screening definitively revealed a spectacle without a dull moment. Hopefully, no blockbuster deserved a new series like the voyages of the USS Enterprise. (2009.05.19)

Thank you, Mr. Abrams. I left the cinema trembling, as if something forgotten from my childhood had awakened in me - probably the hours and hours spent reading the books and watching all possible versions of the series. For a man who has nothing to do with the saga, Abrams has shown an admirable level of empathy and the ability to revive exactly the parts that Star Trek needs. The chemistry of the characters, the humor, the tension and all those spectacular journeys through time – cosmic poetry, in which there is a bit of children's naivety, of science, and a good portion of adventure. It's all coated in the flawless visual tinsel that's so fashionable today. It all works well together, it looks great, and for the future, it promises that Star Trek may be entering a golden age. The sweet exclusivity will probably not be there anymore, but to hell with it, the shiny tinsel looks good, action alternates with the action, the characters develop beautifully and the story is exactly as corny as it should be. I personally found everything in this film that had made me a fan of James T. Kirk and his crew. And I think that anyone who doesn't mind proper sci-fi lemonade will find something to like. Star Trek is cool, and as much as I don't like cool stuff, I fell in love with this one. (2009.04.22)

Several hundred flashes, a tattooed Bana and two Spocks. JJ began this nicely from scratch and not only did he manage to breathe life into a long-dead legend, he also resuscitated the half-forgotten space opera genre as a whole. Abrams and Giacchino get the adrenalin pumping, the wonderfully cast (while criminally unexploited) crew bristles with charisma, but the stupidity of the screenplay (however much it might be intentional) trips everybody up like at an ice-hockey match. And I haven’t yet got over how the nearer it gets to the end, the more it slips into the classic Star Trek template, but it does wear a technical cloak that is very impressive in view of the year this was made. Yes, although it’s logical that in the end it assumes the form that we know so well, but from that moment on it stopped being at all interesting. (2009.05.10)