I am very curious to hear the opinion of Folks who like Trek for what They Remember, but don't come to post on this BBS.
My mom and GF are closet Classic Trekkers and I've purposly not talked about any of the details (other than the movies opening date & if they are going) so as to see how they really feel about the changes.
I'm kinda-sorta looking forward to THAT Conversation.
Ok - here you go - one opinion of a trek fan from the early seventies, attended the first east coast conventions, was in on the mailing effort to get the first space shuttle named "Enterprise," and doesn't post on this board.
I'm 46 now; my 10-year old kid looks at me slightly askance because of that blocky Tric, bulbous comm and art-deco phaser under glass, and although I did hook him on Star Wars and Indiana Jones, Star Trek wasn't his bag.
And I don't blame him one bit.
1968-2008 - 40 years. Lets retrofit... 1968-40 = 1928. That's 8 years BEFORE Buster Crabbe as Flash Gordon. Now, picture yourself as a tyke, with your dad running around in a flowing robe and a bald-head wig, insisting on calling himself "LordOMongo" on the phone and worshipping a penis-shaped model with exhaust ports.
And he just can't understand what the hell you see in that flying saucer with the poles attached to the back.
I'm an old dog... I remember all the crazy jackasses that moaned about the new "Lone Ranger," and how it was criminal that anyone but the late lamented Clayton Moore was given the part. I remember all the static about anyone replacing George Reeves as Superman in the 76 movie. And now... here we go again.
The Enterprise is MY ship. I fought for her, on playgrounds and in my castigation as a "Star Trek Freak" in grade school. And I'm just dandy to see the new one. The New ship. The New sets. The New actors. Because I Have mine. My kid doesn't have his yet.
Star Wars dropped the ball, and, to him, that craptastic muddle of junk is his idea of good sci-fi. He's whipping around a plastic lightsaber. It would make my life if we went off to see this film, and all the way home, he would blabber on about what Spock did, and did I see when the Enterprise...
This isn't your father's Star Trek. Your father's Star Trek ended in 1991, after a storied history, with these words:
"Captain's Log, stardate 9529.1. This is the final cruise of the Starship Enterprise under my command. This ship and her history will shortly become the care of another crew. To them and their posterity will we commit our future. They will continue the voyages we have begun, and journey to all the undiscovered countries, boldly going where no man... where no *one* has gone before."
It was time to stand down.My son gets his own. He gets a bridge that looks like the stuff he sees on videogames I couldn't have imagined when he was my age. He gets a captain who, like my doctor, looks like he just graduated high school.And, should the script grant it, he'll get a little dose of that humanity that Star Trek injected me with at his age that made me into who I am today.
As for myself, I'll enjoy it. It's not my ship, but mine is safe in my memory. It's not my crew, but I knew mine for almost thirty years. I get to see his, and, with any luck, his version of a five-year mission. He's just getting to the age where it might spark his imagination; maybe he'll sign on for his own tour of duty. He'll inherit my Phaser, and add his own, and not just sell it off on ebay.