I've invested a lot of time in this film. There are a lot of times when I could have been passed out drunk on my couch after trying to watch HBO's "Rome", but instead I came here and vented my anger and frustration (which often had little to do with Star Trek XI, but I was none the wiser). This is quite a sacrifice.
So what if it turns out to be all for nothing? What if, after experiencing Star Trek XI on film, the heavens don't open up and the angels don't come down? What if that hot Brazilian model I met still acts indifferent to me? What if my appointment to the U.S Supreme Court gets delayed? (Again.)
I was thinking that things were rolling along fine with the "Under Construction" movie trailer, even though it likely featured footage that has nothing to do with the final film.
I was happy to hear that they pushed the movie back from this Christmas until next Summer because they were so confident that it could compete with the 'big boys'. (Although, how was I supposed to put my life on hold until then? I was barely able to keep it together until Christmas.)
And then the first batch of character-related movie posters came out and I got excited. They looked great! There was a passing resemblance to the 'classic' (read: dead or nearly-dead) TOS actors. Chicks started checking me out a little more than usual. I got that big promotion at work. I started drinking three scotch and sodas a night instead of ten.
But then the trouble started. Paramount decided not to put on a Star Trek panel at the Comic-Con. What the fuck was that all about? Every poster and banner in San Diego advertising the Comic-Con featured the Star Trek delta shield and TOS font. And yet no panel? (Anyone interested in a class action against the Comic-Con should PM me. We can win this one.) I wear a sombrero for five straight days at the Comic-Con, and Paramount can't show me so much as a photo-shopped cast photo? This was not a good sign.
Chicks started to snicker at me. I got fired from my job. I started drinking three to five bottles of Thunderbird (per day) in the 7-11 parking lot.
And then, today, insult to injury. I see the latest batch of cast-photo movie posters. It looks like they took some losers from whatever fan-made internet Star Trek is currently 'popular' and photo-shopped them into the movie posters. Who are these assholes supposed to be? The only one I could place with any confidence was Sulu, and that's only because I figured the Asian guy was probably supposed to be playing the Asian guy.
Even the men have stopped checking me out now. I was 'let go' from my volunteer position at church and turned down by the local blood bank. I have ingested massive amounts of Liquid Plummer (with a Testor's model glue chaser), and things are still not looking up.
So, what now?
I anxiously await the next publicity leak so I will know if my life is about to turn around. Right now, things are not looking so good.
How do I remind J.J. Abrams that he (and he alone) is responsible for my happiness and well-being? (I tried something similar with my ex-wife, and all she did was leave.) And if he fucks this up, that he will be directly responsible for all of the people who end up 'missing' because I have to take my anger out on someone. What does he expect me to do? Live my own life? Be responsible for my own happiness? Treat Star Trek XI like it is just another film? Unacceptable.
"Bail Out", starring David Hasselhoff and Linda Blair is just another film. But not Star Trek XI.
What say you guys?
Are you miserable, too?
I figure if a bunch of us are miserable, maybe we can start a petition or something. Or try to save 'Firefly' again. Something that makes us feel useful. Effective. Powerful.
Maybe I'm just depressed.
Maybe I just need to watch 'Wrath of Khan' again on DVD. Those were the salad days.
So what if it turns out to be all for nothing? What if, after experiencing Star Trek XI on film, the heavens don't open up and the angels don't come down? What if that hot Brazilian model I met still acts indifferent to me? What if my appointment to the U.S Supreme Court gets delayed? (Again.)
I was thinking that things were rolling along fine with the "Under Construction" movie trailer, even though it likely featured footage that has nothing to do with the final film.
I was happy to hear that they pushed the movie back from this Christmas until next Summer because they were so confident that it could compete with the 'big boys'. (Although, how was I supposed to put my life on hold until then? I was barely able to keep it together until Christmas.)
And then the first batch of character-related movie posters came out and I got excited. They looked great! There was a passing resemblance to the 'classic' (read: dead or nearly-dead) TOS actors. Chicks started checking me out a little more than usual. I got that big promotion at work. I started drinking three scotch and sodas a night instead of ten.
But then the trouble started. Paramount decided not to put on a Star Trek panel at the Comic-Con. What the fuck was that all about? Every poster and banner in San Diego advertising the Comic-Con featured the Star Trek delta shield and TOS font. And yet no panel? (Anyone interested in a class action against the Comic-Con should PM me. We can win this one.) I wear a sombrero for five straight days at the Comic-Con, and Paramount can't show me so much as a photo-shopped cast photo? This was not a good sign.
Chicks started to snicker at me. I got fired from my job. I started drinking three to five bottles of Thunderbird (per day) in the 7-11 parking lot.
And then, today, insult to injury. I see the latest batch of cast-photo movie posters. It looks like they took some losers from whatever fan-made internet Star Trek is currently 'popular' and photo-shopped them into the movie posters. Who are these assholes supposed to be? The only one I could place with any confidence was Sulu, and that's only because I figured the Asian guy was probably supposed to be playing the Asian guy.
Even the men have stopped checking me out now. I was 'let go' from my volunteer position at church and turned down by the local blood bank. I have ingested massive amounts of Liquid Plummer (with a Testor's model glue chaser), and things are still not looking up.
So, what now?
I anxiously await the next publicity leak so I will know if my life is about to turn around. Right now, things are not looking so good.
How do I remind J.J. Abrams that he (and he alone) is responsible for my happiness and well-being? (I tried something similar with my ex-wife, and all she did was leave.) And if he fucks this up, that he will be directly responsible for all of the people who end up 'missing' because I have to take my anger out on someone. What does he expect me to do? Live my own life? Be responsible for my own happiness? Treat Star Trek XI like it is just another film? Unacceptable.
"Bail Out", starring David Hasselhoff and Linda Blair is just another film. But not Star Trek XI.
What say you guys?
Are you miserable, too?
I figure if a bunch of us are miserable, maybe we can start a petition or something. Or try to save 'Firefly' again. Something that makes us feel useful. Effective. Powerful.
Maybe I'm just depressed.
Maybe I just need to watch 'Wrath of Khan' again on DVD. Those were the salad days.