Trek on Home

Getting the Star Trek movie on disc was the swiftest over-ten-dollar purchase I've made. I just passed by and knocked it into my basket.

Of course, once Jeff and I got home, we popped it in the player and watched it ravenously while we had our dinner. I was jazzed to see that the movie is well-orchestrated enough that it loses none of its impact on the small screen; my eyes got misty in the same places, none of the close-up intamacies are lost, and the music score ties it all together.

Also of course, being the über geek that I am, getting Trek home also means that I get to nitpick. I don't nitpick like many of the Trekkies/Trekkers I've known; I have to cut the crew much slack, because they are writers rather than physics majors, and plus they brought Trek back into the modern day and made it feel relevant again. I did voice mild dissent at some of the obviously bad physics ("Singularities don't work that way!") and a few of the moments where Trek became more popcorn flick than sci-fi. However, even these little moments give it charm, and I am endeared forever to the film.

(Thank you, J.J. Abrams and company!)

I kept buzzing with amazement at how excellent Zachary Quinto performs the Spock character. Indeed, the actor has made me wish for the first time in seven years that I had television, so I could watch him on Heroes.

Funny moments they reveal on the commentary: My sister Beth and I giggled in the theatre when Kirk and Spock stand together on the Jellyfish. As Spock tries to give Kirk a message for Uhura in case comething happens to him, Kirk interrupts with a very Shatneresque "Spahhhck!" It turns out that this was intentional, a nod to the Shat himself as the originator of the Kirk role. Chris Pine also echoes this later as he enters the bridge in the captain shirt for the first time and tosses off a Shatneresque "Bones!" Clever, clever.