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Pandemic Lockdown Theater: Winter Star Trek Edition

By Stuart Moore

[ Editor’s note: this got lost in my intent of time articles, but it’s too good not to publish .]

Growing up in the 1970 s, we detested the 1970 s. Everyone and everything, from the news media to our older friends and siblings, told us we should. Premiums were skyrocketing; oil became so scarce you had to wait in lines at gas stations. Important beings telling us that the age of American prosperity was over–from now on, things were going to be hard. And the hippies announced us selfish, shirks. We’d missed everything there is: both the good life and the very best fight.

Pop culture wasn’t doing much better. By the late 60 s animation was basically a lost art , not to be rediscovered for two decades. Comic notebooks were clearly fated; engraving go misty and page countings shrivelled as the prices continued to increase. TV was worse than ever, recorded on cheaper and cheaper film with duller and duller writes. Film was briefly a radiant spot, but by 1979, the dissenter chairmen of the 70 s had managed to vanish up their own assholes, corkscrew their way out again, and immerse themselves in the biggest pile of cocaine the world had ever seen.

That’s when Star Trek: The Motion Picture came out.

TMP comprises the mark of being the only piece of Trek filmed during the 1970 s. It demonstrates in many ways: the waste, the egos on procession, the endless drab swathes of beige, tan, beige. I was young enough to adoration the movie on first consider. I rewatched it this celebration season, perfectly conscious of its flaws, and enjoyed the hell out of it. I recommend( a) employing earbuds to get the full the consequences of the luxuriant Jerry Goldsmith score and( b) watching in ten-minute intervals to foreclose drowsiness.

Look at all the beige in Star Trek: The Motion Picture

I accused straight on into Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, which has a soft spot in my center, as it does for a great deal of parties. I first attended it in one of those old Times Square theaters with my college sweetheart Lisa. We took the train into NYC for a mid-finals-period getaway, probably on opening address. I attained the movie very emotional and changing, on the cusp as I was of beginning my adult life.

After the movie, they handed out criticism cards. One of the questions read “Why did you come to this film? ” I wrote down “Old loyalties.” I recollect Lisa saying, of the situation at the end where Kirk says he feels young: “I didn’t actually speculate him. But I knew what he meant.”

New York stuck with me; Lisa didn’t. That’s the method things disappear. The 1980 s were already underway, that freezing button-down decade when the right wing rose up and spread its wings over Mordor. In New York, magnates became callou idols and diary publishing experienced a brief moment of magnificence. I skated on the outside of that, poverty-stricken and remote from the centers of power.

The Moral Majority took over the Republican Party; the news media germinated most conservative, a change that wouldn’t be arrested–let alone reversed–until the blatant crimes of Donald Trump. Greed, we were told, was good, and hippies were objectives of ridicule. Democrat croaked and smirked, hiding in their faults and focusing on the arts.

Looking back, the 1970 s didn’t seem so bad.

With Hulu as my temptress, I flirted with Star Trek III: The Search for Spock but gave up after ten minutes. Maybe I was too lost in the radiate of a particular era, and didn’t feel like reliving that macabre following chapter. Maybe I didn’t want to watch the movies deteriorate. Maybe I just wanted Captain Kirk to stay young, or sort of young, or at least young in that one little time when he stared at a newborn planet glistening on the screen.

Old loyalties.

-Stuart Moore

December 2020

Inspired by Denny O’Neil’s Trekkie( 1982, Epic Illustrated ). RIP

( c) 2020 Stuart Moore

Spock's death in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

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