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There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
There are things you do hate, Lord. Perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair.
Always a pleasure: a film series finds it’s feet, recognises it’s own iconic nature and goes all out to thrill. The now familiar odd=bad, even=good template was established here, and worked steadily until the godawful Nemesis broke the mould and killed the franchise. But what people seem to miss is that, with the exception of First Contact, all the even entries were either written or directed (or both) by Nicholas Meyer, a man who seems to have done absolutely nothing else of great note in a long, varied and fairly weird career, but who pretty much single-handedly saved the Trek series on no less than three separate occasions. Is there no chance they can bring him back for the next one?
This is the baddest, bloodiest entry in the saga, genuinely frightening for small children (I had earwig nightmares for weeks), and sporting the most satisfying villain of the lot, thanks largely to Ricardo Montalban’s ability to masticate the décor almost as voraciously as the ham- God Shatner. It retains the grandiosity of it’s self- serious predecessor but jettisons the po-face, exulting in it’s own absurdity all the way to the genuinely affecting conclusion.
by Tom Huddleston | Source: Sci-Fi Channel
27 Nov 2006 5:53 PM | Comments (1)
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