There’s a bug in our house. Maria got sick on Saturday. She’s slowly recovering, but
came down with it today. Between the two of them, it means my writing time
today is constrained to three-to-five minute intervals between rinsing out the
throw-up bowl, and administering to Maria’s many random whims. I suppose I could use that time to wonder how long it will take for me to catch it, but I'd rather write. (excuse me; I hear retching)
There’s no chance of getting any serious writing done, so today I thought I’d take on something easy, and respond to the news that J.J. Abrams has been designated to direct Star Wars Episode VII.
Not that it matters to anyone else, but I’m not sure I like this pick. Yes, I know he can handle big budget, special-effects-laden franchise films, but I have to say, I haven’t been overly impressed with the films he’s directed. (excuse me)
Okay, after almost three hours of vomiting,
Elizabeth appears to be resting. Not that
anyone needed to know that.
As I was saying, not a huge fan of J.J. Abrams as a director. I think I saw Mission Impossible III, but I can’t remember with certainty. Since I’m not sure if I saw it, I should reserve comment, although if I did actually see it, the fact it was that forgettable would be a verdict in itself.
On surer footing, I did see the Star Trek reboot from 2009. As any tbf of the blog knows, I’ve always been more Star Wars nut than Trekkie (it’s got its own category on thunderstrokes, fer cryin’ out loud). But I’ve always respected Star Trek for its intelligence and integrity. Consequently, the most recent film presented a big setback for me. While the film looked great, and the movie as a whole wasn’t bad, there was something inherently intolerable about eradicating the past (no, I guess it was the future) lives of Kirk, Spock and company in order to justify wiping the slate clean and taking the characters in a new direction at a younger age. In my opinion, that’s just cheating.