J.J. Abrams’ vision of the classic space-faring franchise continues to dominate the increasingly-crowded sci-fi genre. After the successful reboot in 2009, the tricky follow-up of Star Trek Into Darkness had a lot to live up to; not only its predecessor, but the much beloved original series. It’s the loudest, fastest, shiniest, most slick, most beautiful and yes, most entertaining Star Trek to date, but this does come at a cost of the introspection and consideration that was previously associated with the series. That being said, Star Trek Into Darkness is a brilliant blockbuster – just expect it to be closer to Transformers than to Wrath of Khan.
If time travel is ever made possible (spoiler! It won’t be) we’d like to think that we could overcome our urges to start messing around with the fabric of reality. We certainly wouldn’t be tempted to do anything noble, where you try to avert a tragedy and save gazillions of lives, like killing Baby Hitler. No, no, here at Best For Film it’s likely our motives would be much more base. Winning the lottery comes to mind. Or going back 5 minutes and scratching our backs in juuust the right place.
Live long, and try not to rust.
If you’re reading a Fringe season 2 review, you’ve probably already made it through season 1 – so we’ll preach to the converted. Fringe is a sci-fi TV series made possible by the longevity and success of The X-Files.
Just what is this trippy, whimsical, conspiracy-laden sci-fi series up to now?
We need to be honest with you… we’re nerds – pocket protector owning, corduroy wearing, Windows 3.1 loving nerds and have been long before it became quasi-cool (thanks Pharrell). While our playground peers were debating The Ultimate Warrior and Hulk Hogan, we were having deep discussions about phasers, warp drives and why Captain Kirk would make the best dad ever. This makes us the worst type of nerd – a Star Trek nerd. And while we’ve never gone to a convention, it didn’t stop us pestering our mother’s in to making us a Federation captain’s uniform out of a knitted yellow jumper, some kitchen foil and a carefully cut egg carton. Hence you can only imagine our trepidation at the prospect of the Mr. Mission Impossible 3 J.J. Abram’s, reboot – but we and our fellow geeks needn’t have worried.