In the fan magazine Trumpet No. 12, the summer of 1981 issue, fantasy author Tom Reamy trashed the “Star Wars” phenomenon.
In his essay, “Everything is s&*! and there is nothing we can do about it,” Reamy admits he really hated the film.
My feelings exactly, but not about “Star Wars.” That is an Academy Award-winner compared to the new “Star Trek” film, “Star Trek Beyond.”
I can only imagine what Reamy would think of this Trek film. He probably would say much worse.
You see, “Trek” is indescribably bad.
Honestly, I don’t know why anyone would want to watch this monstrosity, as it flies in the face that die-hard, longtime “Star Trek” fans have come to admire about the Trek universe.
I can recall writer Robert Silverberg noting that fans and incompetents should quit being satisfied by “pushing buttons,” and give them more challenging stories to read.
This movie is nothing except pushing buttons here and there.
So I wanted to write this letter to the director, Justin Lin:
Watching the new “Star Trek” film is akin to watching a toddler given a revolver: handling a weapon that could have such far-reaching effects and not having a clue what to do with it, and posing a danger to everybody anywhere near him.
If you had spent any amount of time with TOS, STTNG, STV, etc. you would have known one thing:
Fans have come to love this series because the science was believable. You actually believed this could be real. The characters didn’t sound like emotionally arrested 16-year-olds.
When Gene Roddenberry conceived of this enterprise, he wanted adult-based science fiction. He wanted writers who could project maturity and class. Gene wanted the science to be believable. The gift of Trek was that this future could someday be real.
How are we supposed to enjoy this film, ridden with a plot so cliché you can see a hoary mold growing on it (mad scientist/mad soldier/mad etc. goes crazy and fights humanity), dialog so rigid you could reinforce your basement with it, character interactions that never get far beyond snide and/or suggestive, a complete disregard for physics and a movie which contains so little common sense. In a sense, this is a special effects pyrotechnics show with dialog. That’s all it is.
For instance, the mad scientist/solder/etc. unleashes some type of mechanical weapons oddities that are never explained. The origin and purpose of Starbase Yorktown and what its purpose is: never explained. Anything resembling science has been tossed out of the window; in an under-attack sequence, the Enterprise has holes all over it and nobody gets blown out into the vacuum of space
The movie is a mess, but with great special effects.
There were oh-so-tiny parts of this film that showed some of the majesty and poetry of what came before: the sequence with the Vulcans announcing Spock’s death. Spock looking at the future Spock’s mementos. There was something here: quickly abandoned to the next fight scene, the next crash and/or the next special effect.
The current bunch of Star Trek producers and writers are illiterate at best, careless with the past, and at this point, under their tutelage, who really cares about the franchise’s film or TV future?
The “Star Trek” universe and phenomenon is under siege. We the fans, so beloved of what we have come to know, are having our hearts dashed against the rocks.