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But there wasn't much change out of my crisp tenner over in South London. I got my moneys worth by managing to get my ears blown off with the migraine inducing volume level that rocked the screens of Surrey Quays. When did cinemas become so bloody loud?
What of the film? Well... I approach the Star Trek franchise with the same warped (ha!) logic that I approach my music. The Jam? Yeah, so so, but The Style Council always mattered much more to me. The original Enterprise crew didn't quite cut it for me; Mr Worf sitting proudly on the bridge of The Defiant does the business.
Which all meant that a film showing the backtracking of the Trek story wasn't quite the Star Date I was searching for. I almost choked on my overpriced popcorn when a not so young Mr Paris had a walk on / walk off part; the referencing of Admiral Archer was a Trekkie teaser too far.
And that really is my main issue with backtrackers - two hours of your time spent watching a whole franchise plot being shoehorned into place. What made Kirk so stubborn? How did the brains of Spock get to play second fiddle to the brawn of his captain? And why did the Vulcan snog Uhura in the lift? (Never really answered, or even touched upon, in the original series.)
You watch the film knowing the conclusion, and working out how the producer will make it all fall into place. That said, the plot is actually half-decent for the first backtracker. I managed to stick with it all the way through until the end, something I often struggle to do in other Star Trek films.
With Enterprise getting more risible with each week, Star Trek seems to have got the franchise back on course; believable characters are back with us once again.
I suffered the unfeasibly high volume all the way through until the final credits, and was then rewarded with Mr Nimoy reading out the iconic opening speech credits at the end of the film - the journey is just about to start, all over again.
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise...
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| Sunday 10 May, 2009 |
But there wasn't much change out of my crisp tenner over in South London. I got my moneys worth by managing to get my ears blown off with the migraine inducing volume level that rocked the screens of Surrey Quays. When did cinemas become so bloody loud?
What of the film? Well... I approach the Star Trek franchise with the same warped (ha!) logic that I approach my music. The Jam? Yeah, so so, but The Style Council always mattered much more to me. The original Enterprise crew didn't quite cut it for me; Mr Worf sitting proudly on the bridge of The Defiant does the business.
Which all meant that a film showing the backtracking of the Trek story wasn't quite the Star Date I was searching for. I almost choked on my overpriced popcorn when a not so young Mr Paris had a walk on / walk off part; the referencing of Admiral Archer was a Trekkie teaser too far.
And that really is my main issue with backtrackers - two hours of your time spent watching a whole franchise plot being shoehorned into place. What made Kirk so stubborn? How did the brains of Spock get to play second fiddle to the brawn of his captain? And why did the Vulcan snog Uhura in the lift? (Never really answered, or even touched upon, in the original series.)
You watch the film knowing the conclusion, and working out how the producer will make it all fall into place. That said, the plot is actually half-decent for the first backtracker. I managed to stick with it all the way through until the end, something I often struggle to do in other Star Trek films.
With Enterprise getting more risible with each week, Star Trek seems to have got the franchise back on course; believable characters are back with us once again.
I suffered the unfeasibly high volume all the way through until the final credits, and was then rewarded with Mr Nimoy reading out the iconic opening speech credits at the end of the film - the journey is just about to start, all over again.
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise...
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