I've been desperately excited about Star Trek for some weeks now, but mostly keeping it to a dull roar. Not just because one of my heroes is in it; or because of the immense slashy potential that's clear from the trailers between Chris Pine's Kirk and Zachary Quinto's Spock; or even because I'm finally coming to terms with and embracing my inner geek. As much as anything, it's because it promises to be a rollicking good action adventure. In SPACE!
Then, just to ramp up my anticipation, Simon Pegg recently offered a guest slot on his blog
to an old friend, and I just read it and laughed and cried a little all at the same time:
"This film is fucking brilliant!!! Sorry it took me a while to post this but I wet myself and was sick down my t-shirt because I was so excited and in love with this fucking movie which is brilliant. Did I say it was brilliant? I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders and my faith in Science Fiction cinema has been restored. In your face Jar Jar you idiotic nonsense fucksmack. Live long and prosper all the fucking way I say!!! Oh god I can't stop crying! I have to call Mike!"
Tim Bisley (North London Science Fiction Review)
I can just hear it. It makes my heart glad in ways I can't adequately explain that Tim is still out there somewhere, that he loves the Trek movie, and that whenever something good happens Mike is the first to know *glee*
Roll on Sunday afternoon...