It’s the mark of a good, or even great, director when they take a format you hadn’t expected to enjoy and create something that appeals to people at all ends of the audience spectrum.
Few genres incite such fanboy devotion as science fiction and within that minefield the sacred altars of Star Trek and Star Wars are properties not to be messed with. In the age of the internet, the haters are hovering waiting to pounce on whatever perceived misjudgement they can find.
So with that in mind, would anyone want to be JJ Abrams? Taking on a reboot of Star Trek and following that up with Episode VII of the Star Wars saga would be enough to give anyone a breakdown, especially when you publicly declare that you’re not really a Star Trek fan. Thousands of pale, tubby, costumed losers must have wheezed a collectively gasp from the WiFi haven of their mother’s basement.
I’m not a science fiction aficionado (is that coming across?) and so I had allowed the first Abrams Trek movie to pass me by. It was the press avalanche heralding the second instalment that caused me to give the original a chance. I gave it a fair hearing and I was impressed. With a few moments of cheesy silliness and minor nods to the classic 60s material – Kirk sexing it up with green women – I thought the design of the movie was impressive, the plot wasn’t too tenuous, Zoe Saldana made Uhura more than just a token gesture of a character and Kirk was a likeable maverick.
Oddly enough, I thought Chekhov’s accent was ludicrous only to find out later the guy was actually Russian by birth. Nevertheless, he still sounded more laughable than Simon Pegg’s Scottish accent.
On this basis I might give the current one a go when it’s out on disc. Having said that, I’d still rather see Monsters University than Star Wars: Episode VII.