How’s this for time travel: As it reboots itself for a 21st century crowd nursed on the hollow pandering of multiple Star Wars and Matrix films, the once forward-thinking Star Trek series has backtracked at warp-speed from a thoughtful, if idealized, utopian future to the mindless, specious present of the tent-pole summer release calendar. One would think that in the era of audacious hope Gene Roddenberry’s vision of a united humanity traversing the cosmos could once again prove a viable pop-culture vehicle, but in the hands of television wunderkind J. J. Abrams (Felicity, Lost), Star Trek has instead devolved into yet another juvenile and ultimately banal exercise in blowing shit up. Abrams and co. have retooled and reinvented the Enterprise and her crew, emerging with a souped-up muscle car zipping about the galaxy in search of cheap thrills and even cheaper platitudes.
George Lucas envisioned Star Wars as the quintessential panhuman cultural document filtered through a kinetic “pure cinema”; a semiotic code bereft of specificity, relying exclusively on speed and volume, epitomized in the only scrap of directorial guidance the visionary offered his performers: “Faster, with More Intensity!” We can now imagine Abrams echoing this command to his writers, editors and thespians. One winces to think that it may also be the rallying cry of today’s audiences. After famously mining Joseph Campbell’s pioneering work on centuries of human mythology, Lucas reconstructed a phantom past that was gleefully decentralized: his landscape was simultaneously everywhere and nowhere, belonging to no one and everyone, as technologically advanced as it was morally simplistic. Unsurprisingly, this construct was adopted by the aimless post-boomer generation as its own center of cultural gravity. Gazing backward with a bushy-tailed sweetness and casting his net widely, Lucas sidestepped an engagement with his calamitous present while unveiling the future: the massive, meaningless film spectacle populated almost entirely by machines, with a plot cobbled from military tactics and good ole’ fashioned derring-do. Almost immediately, Star Wars became mile marker zero.
Ten years earlier, Star Trek had captured the collective imagination of a much smaller group of earnest science fiction obsessives during it’s abbreviated three year run in prime time. Riding the emotional high of the Apollo program, the series reveled in allegorical allusions to the social ills and moral quandaries of the Cold War era. With an array of alien life forms rendering human discrepancies meaningless (and the concomitant belief that the future would see a human nature expanded and evolved beyond petty grievances), the crew of the Enterprise set about on a series of ventures whose closest television equivalent may have been The Twilight Zone. Along with the six feature Trek films that followed in the wake of Star Wars, the original series was comprised, unabashedly, of Shakespeare- and Milton-quoting chamber dramas set in outer space.
Almost a half century and several worthy spinoffs later, the series has finally succumbed to those middling standards set forth in 1977 by Star Wars and happily maintained each subsequent year by new installments of James Bond, The Terminator and a slew of superhero comic book adaptations. Rather than plumb the depths of racial antagonism, political legitimacy and the moral boundaries of science, Abrams’ newfangled Trek is yet another mouth-breathing, juvenile fantasy awaiting a full line of increasingly bloated sequels and candy-colored merchandise.
To provide himself with enough wiggle room to reinvigorate the series, Abrams and his screenwriters Robert Orci and Alex Kurtzman fashion a parallel universe storyline in which a Romulan ship (resembling a bunch of mechanical bananas) breeches an artificially created wormhole in order to travel back in time and destroy the federation-aligned planets one by one. The ship’s pilot, Nero (Eric Bana) is seeking revenge for the destruction of Romulus, which Starfleet (the peace-keeping arm of the United Federation of Planets) will fail to prevent 250 years in the future. Nero’s first target is the ship USS Kelvin, the command of which falls to a young George Kirk after his Captain is taken prisoner by the Romulans. Kirk the Elder subsequently sacrifices his life in order to ensure the safe evacuation of his crew, including his unborn son, James T. We then flash forward 12 years to the rambunctious, fatherless Kirk’s pre-adolescent escapades, before flashing forward again to his teenage years and his joining Starfleet, and flashing forward yet again to his third year in Starfleet, as he has matured to a meritorious, if no less unruly, student of intergalactic diplomacy. Devotees of Abrams’ Lost series should have no problem being constantly shot ahead in these narratively convenient chunks of time, but newcomers might feel as though trapped in a stuttering elevator. Eventually, Nero resurfaces through his wormhole to battle a second Kirk, and the film makes a beeline for it’s predictable outcome, scarcely worth spoiling. It will suffice to say that by the end we’ve all learned that revenge poisons the soul and a bit of unvarnished gumption gets the job done over rationality and compromise every time.
What’s interesting about the story’s trajectory is the translation of Kirk – the fulcrum of Roddenberry’s original universe and the standard by which all subsequent starship captains are judged – into the idiom of Star Wars: Shatner’s Kirk was red-blooded and cocksure, but also introspective and pensive, as apt at quoting classical literature as he was in a scuffle. This new Kirk (played by the relatively unknown Chris Pine) is an amalgamation of Han Solo and Luke Skywalker, equal parts rapscallion and starry-eyed farm boy, prime for reckless adventure but simple at his core. Even as the United States elects its first avowedly intellectual president in decades, we still demand of our heroes a temperament closer to the recently departed George W. Bush, a pistol-packing, uncompromising anti-hero with complete disregard for both consensus and the law alike. Kirk is balanced by Zachary Quinto’s Spock (the third point of the triangle, Bones McCoy, is far less involved in this incarnation, and it doesn’t help that Karl Urban’s performance is an occasionally embarrassing imitation of DeForest Kelley) is a touch more Obama-like, but here rendered largely impotent with humility, shame and inadequacy, much as the political right wishes Obama would be. It is doubtful this portrait of our current political discourse is intentional, as the film was set in production before the current international climate solidified into this dynamic, yet even without intent it is nearly impossible to shake the parallels between this dynamic and the world that we’ve recently built for ourselves. It’s worth considering the implications of the disparity. As we experiment with a cool customer at our highest office, why is it that our most lucrative chunk of culture (already the highest grossing Trek of all time) during his first year in office showcases as its exemplar of heroic maleness a man remarkably similar to his loathed predecessor (let alone Kirk’s similarity to Obama’s foe in last year’s election)? Twenty years ago a Star Trek film may have questioned the viability of such a leader, but this film is far too busy looking for things to eviscerate.
Iranian filmmaker Abbas Kiarostami has described our contemporary cinema as one of concentrated efficacy, and it is in this instance that this new Star Trek logs its most glaring acquiescence to Lucas’ hegemony. The perfunctory manner in which entire planets are destroyed, or evil is vanquished, or a young hotshot assumes command of a starship, removes all sources of tension, leaving the viewer (or at least those with any resistance left to the perennial blockbuster onslaught) feeling throttled rather than engrossed. This efficacy largely began in the 1970s with Star Wars and Jaws, and more thrills at ever-increasing rates have been offered up summer after summer on thousands of theaters simultaneously ever since. For the past quarter century, the Star Trek films also utilized bigger budgets and prime Cineplex release dates in the search of boffo box office, but The Series as a whole always felt out of step with the narrative trends of the day, admirably preserving its tendencies of earnest pontification. As Hollywood guns blazed, average shot lengths plummeted, and “Summer Movies” became a genre, the Stark Trek franchise stubbornly maintained a slow, inquisitive burn as it probed more than popped. At the center of these films were deep, timeless questions. Sadly, this new film has only answers in the form of payoffs to which the setups hardly have time to register. That’s progress for you.
Depending on whose account you trust, Gene Roddenberry either thought the idea of a Star Trek: The Young Years a worthy extension of his vision or a laughable indulgence. But even if we accept an attempt at an origins story (practically a compulsory move for any franchise these days) what has resulted is at odds with the tone that Roddenberry cemented firmly for his brainchild. One thing that Wars and Trek have always had in common was their existence as the work of a sole mastermind; Lucas and Roddenberry each maintained an equal mastery over their creations, employing talented, if pliable, stewards to tend their gardens. It’s clear that this Enterprise has room on the bridge for only one captain, so Abrams’ blockbuster ambitions (informed by his fervent adherence to the gospel of Lucas) have elbowed Roddenberry out of the chair. Abrams as an auteur is less the yeoman that Lucas found in Irvin Kirshner and Richard Marquand, so this Star Trek is his baby entirely. (2)
But is it necessary to discuss this film entirely within the context of another, altogether separate series? Has this become something of a false dichotomy? It’s now fair to conflate the destinies of Star Wars and Star Trek, as the latter has prostrated itself to the mandates of the former. Abrams has said in a recent interview that he has always preferred Lucas’ series, and sought to implement its lessons of aesthetic and narrative vigor in Roddenberry’s lumbering universe (3). However, if one evaluated each on its own terms as revenue-generating Hollywood product (the barometer most suited to the task, considering how thoroughly all ideological divergences have been purged) it could easily be said that Abrams’ film is vastly superior in both sentimental and aesthetic acumen. That Star Trek is so utterly superior to the past three Star Wars films is faint, if significant, praise. Abrams has a natural photographic eye whereas Lucas compositions have always been leaden, the most obvious evidence of which is the universal preference among fans for The Empire Strikes Back, which was not directed by General Lucas himself. The protégé also commands the ability to elicit identifiably human emotions from his actors, which his predecessor famously lacked. Abrams’ affinity for his human characters provides the film with a merciful absence of humanoid robots. Instead, Abrams has the decency to populate his films with biological creatures, and this touch of warmth keeps the film from feeling like an auto show or toy convention, giving it a leg up on most recent science fiction.
What’s most dispiriting about this film is that for a younger generation unfamiliar with the franchise’s venerable history, this new entry (and its future sequels) exists cozily alongside every bombastic franchise that soaks up summer dollars before returning to the trough at Christmastime with Unrated and Collector’s Edition DVDs. Rather than spark a renewed interest in the series’ previous installments and their progressive optimism, Star Trek is more likely to inspire anticipation for its own sequels – along with graphic novels and video games. Sequels which will continue to pay lip service to the window dressing of Star Trek lore while pulling further away from the original premise of Roddenberry's endeavor. Abrams’ film has eradicated, along with the hapless planet Vulcan, its own past, consequently destroying a better future. Through a wormhole, indeed.
Yet again, we’ve imagined a future nestled within an imaginary past. This film envisions a destiny rooted in the mythologies of violence and misanthropy that have plagued our popular culture for most of the postwar era. Roddenberry’s vision of a better way of conducting our affairs no longer has a place at the table (or, to be accurate, market). J. J. Abrams’ Star Trek has dreamed for us a colossally stupid and banal future, which should position it well within a culture hungry for squeeze and release arcs tucked within insipid master narratives. A pity the collective imagination has developed such a ravenous appetite accompanied by such a limited capacity.
Star Trek / USA / 2009 / Color / 127 min. / Directed by J.J. Abrams / Written by Alex Kurtzman and Robert Orci, based on the television series created by Gene Roddenberry / Starring: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Simon Pegg, Bruce Greenwood, Leonard Nimoy, Karl Urban, Eric Bana, Zoe Saldana and John Cho / Presented by Paramount Pictures
NOTES:
2 - For a humorous and detailed account of Lucas’ obsession with brand maintenance, see “The Empire Wins,” collected in John Seabrook’s Nobrow: The Culture of Marketing – the Marketing of Culture.
3 - Paradoxically, Abrams expresses admiration for the “optimism” of Star Trek as “positing a future that is incredibly inspiring,” while claiming that his film is necessarily in “the shadow of George Lucas,” and thus must be made to beat Lucas at his own game, rather than opt for any sort of alternative. The interview can be accessed at http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/herocomplex/2009/01/star-trek-dir-1.html
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