I'm afraid it goes beyond movies too... the quality of the average individual has diminished. A product of our over commercialized materialism centric society. Few escape... thus the disease proliferates. The gene pool weakened. So sad... losing our potential to be so much more.![]()
Sure seems that way but I wonder: the good ol' days were days when intolerance--of other races, other sexual orienations, other religions, even of the other sex, if we limit ourselves to us dudes--was tolerated to a much greater degree than it is today. It was in many ways expected and demanded. As a high school teacher, it's tempting for me to condemn these "kids today" outright but I rather think human evil and imbecility is like a game of Whack-A-Mole: as we improve in one area, we decline in another.
But this does pin-point why I find the relative frothiness of this film (as compared to TOS's best and/or most sententious) to be so disturbing. I've long felt that, for me, Trek opened a doorway into an ever expanding mansion of deeper things: real LitSF, like Herbert, Bradbury, Ellison and eventually my beloved PKD; the nautical adventure novels of Forrester and, much later, O'Brian; talky tv dramas like The Paper Chase, Hill Street Blues and, much more recently, The Sopranos, The Wire and Mad Men (especially Mad Men). Looking at it now, I'd probably have found my way to much of that even without Star Trek as my gateway but, sentimentally, Star Trek will always be the tv show--the fucking tv show--that led this dyslexic kid to conquer his distaste for reading and eventually earn an MA in English Lit from a damn fine public university. (I honed my skills at literary analysis--using textual evidence to support an argument--not in papers written for high school but in the "letters of comment" I wrote to Interstat in the wake of TSFS. I still remember fondly the "Dirty Jim" debates.)
And you hear this all the time, from people far smarter than I could ever hope to be, who tell you that Star Trek led them to careers in science and engineering, even into space. Hell, the guys who brought us Google were inspired by Spock's library-computer. I can't help but think it was that veneer of seriousness, the sense that we were watching grown-ups in space who worked long and hard to get where they were, that inspired us to achieve what little or what lot we have achieved. I saw little of that on display in this film. No matter how we try to spin it, the Transformer scribes aren't Norman Spinrad, Richard Matheson, Theodore Sturgeon, Robert Bloch or any the others. Maybe this movie will lead some kids to TOS and maybe that will open the door. But, taken in itself, this loud and flashy and charming wad of cotton candy? I doubt it.