|That's That 2009 Version!
||[May. 10th, 2009|11:54 pm]
I have never been one to subscribe to the eternal, " Beatles Or Elvis," debate. The music caters to different parts of your brain, it's like comparing apples to REM sleep. |
There's a similar cosmic debate that I have aligned with during my life. You're Star Wars or you're Star Trek. If this is something you believe in, the battle lines are drawn at an early age and you live the rest of your life accordingly. As far as I'm concerned, the hum of a lightsaber has always been as comforting as the dull tones associated with the womb - I know where my allegiances lie. Or at least I did.
Now, I am prone to hyperbole - but I might have to say that J.J. Abrams' Star Trek is amongst the greatest movies I have ever seen. I'm not even talking in terms of pacing, or writing, or fan appeasal, I'm talking about sheer entertainment. I know little about the characters, even less about individual episodes - but I have the basic shared Trekkie knowledge, the Cliffs Notes Star Trek reference guide in my brain. Tribbles. Check. Red shirt guy dies planetside. Check. Kaaahhhhhhn! Check. I entered the theater with zero expectations and came out a convert. I have the Netflix queue to prove it.
It makes me wonder if a Trekkie and a Star Wars affiicianado are really just opposite sides of the same coin. No better, no worse, just different. Maybe it's a matter of Jar Jar Binks vs. J.J. Abrams. Maybe I'm not talking about the movies anymore. Maybe I need to go to sleep.
Set phasers to metaphorical.