For those of you who live in a cave, Robinson Crusoe style, perhaps you haven’t noticed that a little movie called Star Trek Into Darkness came out recently. Or, y’know, maybe you’re just normal and actually have a life. Unlike me.
I actually had the date of it’s release in my diary.
I went to see it on that date. Obviously. Since then I’ve seen it again and I’m working on finding a buddy for my third venture into deep space.
Although I’ve never been a true trekkie, I am aware of Star Trek tradition and the week before the movie came out, I watched the first reboot movie which was released in 2009. I was quite shocked to find that I actually enjoyed it. My taste in movies has always been eclectic. My Disney collection rests among rom-coms of the late 90s/early 00s, murder mysteries, gross-out Judd Apatow-esque selections, musicals and superhero epics. I wasn’t really expecting to like Star Trek as much as I did, never really been very into sci-fi as a genre. But an excellent moment came when Spock quoted a line from Sherlock Holmes “Whenever you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”
But the new movie: Star Trek Into Darkness would be even better…because it featured this.
So evil. So sexy..
The first moment his voice filled the cinema, I let out what my friends described as “an inappropriate moaning noise”. Then his gorgeous chiselled face filled the screen and I thought I would die. Excepting the National Theatre Frankenstein I saw last year broadcast into a small independent cinema at uni, I’d never seen him on a big screen. It was heavenly.
The movie itself was pretty awesome but the Batch stole the show. Aside from my inappropriate moaning, I also let out a loud “awwww” when his character cried. According to one of my friends, who was really only there ’cause we dragged her along, I shouldn’t have been sympathising with him since he was the villain. And a sexy, badass villain at that. I know that logically I should be rooting for Kirk and Spock and all the rest of the good guys but I just couldn’t help siding with him and his gorgeous bass English accent. I am such a sucker for an English accent these days.
I’d like to say I behaved more appropriately the second time round but that would be a lie. Even though I knew what was coming, I still couldn’t contain my excitement. I gasped and made involuntary squeaking noises the whole way through. And, if I find someone willing to go see it with me again, I will no doubt do the same thing.
I can’t help it, he’s so beautiful.