I finally watched Beyond last night. I know, right? But that's how life goes sometimes. What with everything else I do as a thoroughly modern husband and Father I only just managed to catch Rogue One.
Anyway, I watched my Christmas present blu-ray and found it a great movie, much better than the last one. Bitter sweet in some ways, the photo of the old crew brought a lump to my throat and, aah, with the script giving every character a reasonable crack at doing things it really highlighted how much Yelchin will be missed next time out. He wasn't just there to have a Chekov on screen he was a valuable and contributory actor. Rest in peace, Anton.
I did still find something lacking, though, and it's something I can't really put my finger on. It's something the other movies had which this one doesn't. I genuinely believe it isn't the movies themselves but the person I am today verses the younger person I was watching the older ones. Maybe when I'm older I'll look back on these new films as fondly as I look back today on Shatner and Stewart et al.
But will I be there to watch Star Trek 4? You try stopping me! (sons sporting schedule permitting)