Ulysses, Alfred Tennyson
I just saw the Star Trek film. Not surprisingly, it received an avalanche of good reviews (I recommend Stephanie Zacharek’s in Salon). Though it’s far from perfect, it captures and renews the essence of its source without servility or campiness. It’s an alternative universe fanfiction, in the best sense. I considered Jackson’s Lord of the Rings an unexpected gift, and didn’t think I’d receive another of this kind. Star Trek doesn’t pass the Bechdel test but, as I fervently hoped, Uhura does much more than answer phones… and much better than smooch Kirk.
This is the first time that I find myself looking forward to more of a remake. It’s fitting and deeply, viscerally satisfying that the show which made SF mainstream and which has always stood out because of its idealism and optimism bids fair to become a potent myth for yet another generation.