Scene: Long straight dirt road, the ultimate classic red Corvette screams a right turn through an intersection, dirt flying everywhere and a huge dust trail flowing behind it. The driver (unseen) guns it and the car races down the perfectly straight road towards the horizon. You just notice that there are sirens in the background. From above you see the car, the dust trail, and the lone motorcycle cop in hot pursuit. 30 more seconds of scenes from the bumper, above, the side and as if you're about to get run over by the car. The siren is almost as loud as the roar of the Corvette's engine, you see the chase from above and as it pans down you see the road heading for a cliff. Foot on the clutch, hand downshifting, engine revving even more, the steering wheel is yanked to the left and the driver's door is thrown open. All at once, you see the driver leap from the car, sideways it slips over the edge, almost dragging the driver with it, and you hear the motorcycle come to a halt. Hands gripping the edge of the cliff as they pull the driver up onto the road again. He looks like he's about 12 years old, with bleached hair. He looks up and you see his view. A motorcycle hovering above the road with no wheels, Robocopish guy standing in front of it. In a metallic voice, Robocop asks "What is your name?" The boy responds, with pride, "My name is James Tiberius Kirk."
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If you don't get the meaning of that last line, then you might as well skip the rest of this post. And even if you do realize who that is, you still may want to skip it. All depends on whether or not you are a Star Trek fan.
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I went and saw the new James Bond movie. She had two free tickets, I had two free entrees at The Old Spaghetti Factory. Cheap night out. Before you all get your panties in a bunch, there's nothing romantic going on. She is the teacher going through the Master's program with me and we went as friends. The food was great, the movie started out too fast, was too slow in the midde, but the last half was great, captivating.
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But that's not what this post is about. It's about the trailer I saw before the movie. The new Star Trek movie trailer. It is obviously not written to resemble anything written by Gene Rodenberry. It reminded me of the difference between the Lost In Space series and the recent movie with the same name. A must see, well, for me at least. May 8th, 2009. Don't ask me if I'm free that day.
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If you want to see the trailer, go to http://www.startrekmovie.com/ and navigate your way to the videos. You want to see Trailer 2. Let me know if you're interested in joining me on May 8th.
11 comments:
Uh, Max, you're 48 years old.
You can have "something romantic going on" if you want to. And no one should get their knickers in a twist over it -- unless the woman in question is a) already married b) under 18 or c) from Three Mile Island. (or d) all of the above)
Well, yeah. I wasn't worried that someone would find out I had something romantic going on, I was just trying to deflect the "oooohhhh, so what's up with you and this woman" comments that were bound to come. And it's also not that I mind telling people it's none of their business, just that I get tired of saying it over and over. So I choose to deflect instead.
I'm not really impressed with prequals. It always bothers me how the much better production is suppose to show the "origins". They usually end up "rewriting history". Think "Enterprise".
However, I am a fan of Star Trek, so I will be seeing the movie. I just hope it is as good as the trailer.
I have to admit, I really liked Enterprise. Like you, I usually don't like prequils, or sequils for that matter. Like you say, they are rarely true to the original. Sometimes the second is better than the first, but rarely. I found that to be an exception with Star Trek. Maybe because I've been addicted to the series since the 1960's, when it first aired. (It's still my second favorite of the series, Voyager being #1) I've liked all the movies and all the different series, to varying degrees.
As far as the new one goes, that first scene got me hooked. Car chase in a Corvette along a dirt road. In Utah, I've had the pleasure of cruising down incredibly straight dirt roads at ridiculous speeds. And then the the kid named James T Kirk. I'd never thought of Kirk as a kid, especially one that would presumably steal a Corvette and drive it off a cliff. I'm intrigued by the story of how he became the captain of the Enterprise. I'm intrigued by how different a feel it has than any of the other Star Trek adventures. I can just hope that I don't get my hopes up so high that it can't meet them....
Same here. I'm also hoping the movie lives up to the trailer.
Hoily cow, you're up late Jannx. It's almost 11:30 here, so that means it's 1:30 in NYC right now. Talk about burning the midnight oil!
Unfortunately, I've been to bed much later than 1:30 only to have to get up at 6am. There are times when I let the paperwork overwhelm me, and I get very little sleep. I've done as little as 2 hours of sleep. But, as I get older, my body can handle it like it used to.
One of the lucky things about being a secondary Math teacher is that I can do almost all the grading with the students. Even with tests. If the answer is 4 and you wrote 7, it's wrong. Even with partial credit, I just have them put a ? on the problem and then I just have to look over those ones. The rest are either right or wrong. I do tend to stay late a couple of days to make sure that my grading is caught up, but I do little paperwork at home, it's usually computer stuff I do here.
And my symapthies to you Jannx, try to get more sleep, OK?
When I first decided to become a teacher, I originally planned to be a high school or middle school teacher, but I knew very quickly they would eat me alive. Now, with some experience under my belt, I wouldn't "go down" quite so easily, but it still wouldn't be worth it. Besides, I really don't want to deal with the "adult" issues and drama that I'm sure would surface from time to time.
Oh, and thanks for the sympathies. For the last couple of days, I've managed to leave the school building at reasonable hours. In fact, today was the first time in a very, very long time, that I arrived home at 5pm.
See, I can handle the semi-adult issues better than I can runny noses, crying kids and some of the other issues in the lower grades. I substituted kindergarten for a half day once, told them never again. But it's a good thing we're all cut out for different things, or we'd have a lot of jobs left undone.
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