So again...what are you losing?
As a kid, I loved Axterix comics. They were pure genius, I read every album several times.
Not so long time ago, I saw new Asterix album in a book store. Immediately I proceeded to purchase it. It turned out to be utter shit. It had the familiar characters but it was all wrong. No, I did not cry in the bathroom, but I was still saddened by by the state my childhood heroes had been reduced to.
Pretty much same thing that happened to me with Star Wars. I adored the original trilogy. When the prequels came, I was a bit wary. I mentally prepared myself to the likely reality that they would not be nearly as good as the originals that I had come to love. However, the amount of suck that followed was beyond my wildest expectations. Frankly, I felt betrayed.
Did, my old Asterix albums vanish? Can't I watch the Original Trilogy anylonger? Of course not. Yet, in some level, my relationship with them has been soured. When ever is past events are mentioned in Original Trilogy, I have to actively attempt not to think of the shitfest that was the Prequels. When ever I see Darth Vader, I have to block my memories of that annoying whiny teenager portrayed by Hayden Christensen.
My greates fear is that somethin similar happens with Trek XI. Even though in this case it would be easier to swallow, as the original creator would be not the perpetrator.
On a related note, I was filled with dread when I went to see the new Indy movie. Was it perfect? No. Was it a slightly tired rehash? Perhaps a bit. Did it feel like a proper Indiana Jones movie? In quite sufficient degree, yes.
I'm not terribly optimistic, with the new Trek film, but I wait and see.