Yes, I am totally fucking jonesing to see the new Star Trek flick.
I hate the fact that I have to wait until this weekend to see it – but hey, if I’ve waited this long, I’m sure I can go a bit longer. Having Benedict Cumberbatch as the villain just tickles me in all the right places. I’ve been loving him in Sherlock and he’s just at that cusp of “exploding” over here.
Hehe… CUMberbatch… “exploding”…
Okay, I’m done. Regardless, for the boyfriend the new Star Trek movie is uber-sexy time, while I have to accept that there won’t be any eye-candy in it for me. It’s a shame, but something that I’ve come to expect with Hollywood.
But that’s a whole other tirade, I’m sure.
Regardless, I grew up with Star Trek TNG (the Next Generation, if you’re nasty) because, well, I’m young. Really, though – I remember staying up late and laying on the couch watching episodes from around midnight to 3am many nights… because I apparently had the same sleeping habits back then that I have today, eh?
Anyway – in a way, it was like Doctor Who. Everyone has “their” Doctor, who they feel truly embodied the show itself. In that same way – I think that everyone has their Captain when it comes to Star Trek. For me, it was ALWAYS and WILL ALWAYS be Jean-Luc Picard. In that sense, the “reboot” of the series with JJ Abrams doesn’t offend me in the least. Even with the original movies – I never really felt that bond to the original crew of the Enterprise. Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Scotty… EVEN SCOTTY.
Don’t get me wrong, there were many times when I was a kid that I found myself with pants around ankles watching James Doohan and imaging some fairly “kinky” scenarios involving him “giving me all he’s got”.
Regardless, new cast and new timeline? Rock that shit out. It doesn’t offend me. And so far, I feel like they’ve done a solid job.
So, until I see it this weekend, keep your damn spoilers away from me.
Damn dirty spoilers.
Oh, and one week until Bear Pride. Just sayin’.