First: Star Wars was a much better film than this one.
I agree. I used one of my favorite films as an example. Actually, the Malkovitch quote comes from him talking about "Con Air," a thoroughly mediocre movie that he was in. The context was "I like my popcorn movies," which was an interesting statement, because he had just been very critical of some art movies that he had been in. In other words, Malkovitch was saying that while he'd pull apart the art movies he was in to analyze them, for the popcorn movies he could just sit back with his family eat and enjoy the ride.
I beg to differ. "Star Wars" is not a "popcorn" movie; it's an art movie
disguised as a "popcorn" movie, and one of the greatest films ever made. Not only is the editing, dialogue, performance aesthetic, music and Kurosawa-like photography and story markedly better than virtually every blockbuster movie ever made, but "Star Wars" has a very carefully-deployed set of themes, motifs and ideas, done in a highly integrated and deeply cinematic way; as much care and consideration is devoted, for example, to the film's titles, the way the camera pans down at the start, and the composition, length and arrangement of each shot, and so forth, as you would find in anything made by Alfred Hitchcock, Stanley Kubrick, Federico Fellini, Ingmar Bergman or any of the other grand masters of film.
Third: I...couldn't like the ride.
Fair enough. But that still doesn't change my basic opinion that this is an adventure movie, and if one likes it or not is all well and good, but the fact is that STXI wasn't designed to be anything deeper than popcorn fun, and therefore should be judged on that level, rather than nitpicked.
I think that that's part of the problem; a very significant part -- STXI wasn't designed to be anything other than a frivolous action movie/obvious money-spinner, and neither Abrams nor his writers are talented enough to inadvertently, individually or collectively, transcend the extremely limited parameters of their juvenile mindset, or the basic mandate they slavishly followed in crafting the picture, and certainly not the corporations that may have helped fund this monstrosity.
Abrams thought he had some tricks up his sleeve, but he didn't.
Primarily, he plundered the carny pleasures of SW and tried to graft them onto ST, but this only proved he doesn't understand ST *or* SW; both are more high-minded than Abrams' dim, gimmick-ridden, TV-oriented, ADHD mind can comprehend, and clumsily porting the surface appeal of one to the other, and doing even that in a specious, chintzy fashion, seriously diminishes both, on various levels. How glorious it was, back in the day, when ST and SW peacefully co-existed, each adding to cinema in their own way -- SW in 1977, ST a little later in 1979.
Abrams also tried exploiting a visual tension between the grungy innards of Engineering (and other locales) and the slick interior of the Bridge. We're clearly meant to admire the latter, by way of contrast, and our implicit understanding of the Bridge of the Enterprise as a design marvel, which clearly quotes the aesthetic principles of Apple, just as does EVE, the more "advanced" robot, in "Wall-E", which is all a kind of 21st fascism, helping to prop up Steve Jobs and his empire, though few seem cognizant of this pernicious consumer meme and the silent visual brainwashing of Apple (auspiciously, its website also hosts the majority of film trailers released today, including STXI's). To be honest, that's reason enough to hate Abrams' commercial vehicle, which also includes a blatant Nokia advertisement and grotesque fealty to Budweiser (ignoring Uhura's "Budweiser Classics" line, the fact that Engineering was shot in an actual Budweiser brewery should be cause for concern).
Gene Roddenberry was not a perfect man, and he knew damn well he needed the talents of others to shape and realize his ideas (TV works that way, and film works the same, times a million), but he would
never have stood for this. Product placement that serves the story and the film's structural ambitions is one thing (in the ST film canon, see "The Voyage Home"); the relationship between STXI and its corporate entities is something entirely different, and a very scary "entirely different", at that. Not only is such branding caustic to ST itself, but it's also a dangerous way of controlling society and killing dreams through the unreal reality of cinema. The speculative humanism of Roddenberry's universe (which, as many GR haters are at pains to point out, began in the simplistic land of TV, with a crude but effective "Western" paradigm, but which Roddenberry EVOLVED for the big screen, because, like all great minds, he was thinking forwards, not backwards; the latter point being too profound, apparently, for GR haters' thinking to encompass) is completely buried by STXI, and the last vestiges of it have finally been fully and unrepentantly replaced, and completely cheered on, or so it seems, by all the banalities of modern cinema and modern life and its unconscious adherents.
Remember the bald-headed Ilia in 1979? How radical an idea that still is -- that this woman is bald and highly desirable; the member of an advanced, highly sensual race, in fact? GR was making a simple yet bold statement there. 30 years on, it's still the height of shame for a woman to shave her head or lose her hair; flowing locks are seen as a sign of fertility in Western countries, while the absence of locks is regarded with a mixture of fear, pity and derision. Where is there a single hint of a non-conformist idea of that import anywhere in STXI? There are no such hints and no such ideas because STXI doesn't have the imagination, intelligence or conviction necessary for such hints and ideas behind it. In many ways, it is an *anti* ST film, not only buoyed but styled by people obsessed with flash and fury and money and wealth, which is why the film hurtles as it does, why the camera spins, why the protagonists fight, why emotion is handled with Hollywood mawkishness, not dignity and restraint, why filthy-rich companies can not only get their names dropped, but define the look of entire sets and scenes, why the film had the ass marketed out of it for six months straight, seeing release in Summer 2009 instead of Winter 2008. It's cynical product of the most abject kind.
Sorry for the long diatribe. There's just something odious, to my way of thinking, about being accused of nitpicking, and being told that STXI should be accepted for what it is when what it is, in the words of a person who has just made exactly these assertions, is a shallow action film; a shallow action film that neither aspires nor achieves anything close to truth or beauty, but contentedly sits in the morass of consumer conformity -- the great, wretched sin of the modern age.