I saw Star Trek last night and it rekindled my inner nerd. It was starting to fizzle out thanks to my increasing self-esteem at the hands of my fabulous job. Thank Jesus Star Trek is around…I might have begun to LIKE myself…the horrors.
ANYWAY, it turns out that despite its lack of plot and the fact that the first 45 minutes were completely unnecessary it was actually a pretty solid movie…and not just because I have an inexplicable (yet completely justified, I assure you) crush on Spock.
The special effects were pretty good, I mean the Romulan ship kind of looked like the vagina dentata in the movie Teeth but that added to its “bad guy” appeal. It was an enjoyable movie. Simon Pegg made the film with his comic relief. He is the most hilarious actor. His mannerisms, the accent, his sarcasm. Hollywood–put him in more movies please.
I was listening to the radio on my way to work this morning (PYX 106 if you’re interested) and they were having a debate: Star Trek vs. Star Wars.
Star Trek, DUH.
Star Wars is a series of movies about Luke Skywalker being angsty and whiny. “Relationships are hard…my Daddy is an evil genius with emphysema…no one understands how hard it is to be a badass Jedi…” Boo hoo.
Star Trek, on the other hand, chronicles a womanizing, manslut, badass otherwise known as Captain James T. Kirk. What else do you need to know. He bangs a different (sometimes green) girl in every episode all while rocking the U.S.S. Enterprise, saving earth, and looking fly.
Hands down…Star Trek kicks Wookie butt…and not just because I sometimes have dreams that Spock comes to my house and says “Caitlin, I would be what is called delighted if you would procure your most important of belongings and accompany me to the U.S.S. Enterprise where we could partake in accepted social functions and converse.” *Swoon*
Star Trek forever.
Live long and prosper.
P.S. I was on the cover of the WHOLE paper today with this.