Hello Space Fans!
I have to admit I'm excited for the new Star Trek film launching tonight from theaters nationwide. I didn't think I'd be, but they say time heals all and time is exactly what I needed to get over the ridiculousness of the last movie. Besides, 2016 is the year we celebrate the 50th anniversary of the classic Star Trek series I knew as a boy; so according to my diehard fan contract signed when I was eight years old, I'm required to be excited. And excited I shall be.
Gene Roddenberry's creative genius and the Starship Enterprise and crew he imagineered was my Harry Potter and Hogwarts back in the day. The vision Roddenberry shared through his stories rang true to me. He believed mankind could and would solve their societal issues. He envisioned a united human species venturing out into space to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, and boldly go where no one (always PC) has gone before. He preached a science fiction gospel opposite to the doom and gloom of nuclear holocaust, alien domination,and zombie infestation so prevalent on the silver screens. Roddenberry was a visionary, and we have the opportunity to gather again to enjoy another film in the franchize he created.
I'm told there are a few things about this movie which honors the original 1960's series.
1. The story isn't about space battles; it's about exploration.
2. The story is an endorsement of 1960's liberalism. Once again affirming a world where human differences have been resolved and people work together in peace.
3. The film tries to reflect the diversity pioneered in the original series. In the 1960's Star Trek there was a black communications officer, a Russian navigator, a Japanese helmsman, and a Scottish engineer (which nearly pushed the diversity concept beyond the plausible!).
4. The film is about legacies. It was written by two avid Star Trek fans who pay homage to the original cast from 50 years ago in various scenes in the film.
So, strap on your phaser and tricorder, practice your Vulcan salute, review your Klingon language basics, and squeeze into your spandex Starfleet uniform. It is time to attend your nearest Cathedral of All Things Possible and worship at the altar of great science fiction. Save the front row, end seat for me. My bladder isn't what it use to be.