The first time I went to Las Vegas, there was one place I knew I had to go. That place where everyone’s at least a passing Trekkie. Well, alas, it is no more. The Las Vegas Hilton got rid of it years ago, but I still miss it. I guess that it wasn’t bringing in the big bucks like its Elvis impersonator. Yes, these grapes are sour.
If you’ve never been, I’ll paint the scene from memory: You walk in and get in line and see a few prop exhibits and a Trek timeline. But, the real fun starts when you get into the interactive Borg invasion. The Borg Queen tops my list of villians because of her detached ruthlessness. She was a bad mamajamma! The simulation was dated, but I didn’t care because it was the closest I’d ever get to being on a starship. Then, after you won, you could go into the Enterprise simulation and sit on,the Bridge and play an officer. Again, it felt more like a science museum exhibit, but it was great for any trekkie. Afterward, you could hang out in Ten Forward, drink some Romulan ale and chop it up with the Klingons wandering around. The highlight for me was being choked by a Klingon female. Then, of course, there was a neat gift shop with pretty good memorabilia.
Vegas felt a little emptier without any sort of Star Trek attraction there. So, here’s to sadness.
FYI: I hear there is a nice convention coming in August. Check it out if you get a chance.
Go see it. Yes, on Friday. And, yes, pay extra for 3D
At the ripe old age of who’s counting, I can’t hang for the midnight shows anymore. That said, World War Z would be an excellent movie to see at midnight on the opening night. Why? Because the movie is a total surprise. None of the upfront trailers give you sufficient idea about what to expect in the movie. I had a general idea that the movie was about some sort of apocalypse, but I had no idea how quickly I would be sucked into the action. The movie begins with a sweet vision into the mundane daily life of a family. On the news, there is some foreshadowing of danger, but that lasts for seemingly five minutes and, then, the movie becomes a rough and tumble ride to the finish.
Okay, y’all already know that the movie is about zombies, right? I’ve spent five minutes trying to figure out how not to tell you that, but it isn’t a secret. Everything happens so fast that, afterwards, I realized that I couldn’t really tell you much about Brad Pitt’s acting. The movie is essentially the Bourne Identity with zombies, but you can remember Matt Damon’s acting in that movie? Despite his stellar body of work, I actually think Brad went with the Keanu Reeves less-is-more- playbook for this movie. I’ll let more studied critics decide whether this is accurate, but his acting was a little flat to me. So, the MVP award for the movie goes to the zombies. That’s a sentence I never thought I’d write. The zombies were creeeepy; the transformations happen so fast and the special effects take on a swarming, insect-like quality that will actually make you itch like you’ve seen maggots on rotting flesh. This is why I recommend going to see it in 3D, you need to feel the chaos in this movie. The 3D is very crisp, but still retains some grit and that’s why I liked it. I actually forgot that I was wearing 3D glasses.
You know, in the hour that it has taken me to write this review, I’m quickly starting to feel less impressed with the plot as well. They could have done much more with the material. The trekkie in me always wants further exploration of political/social context, crosscultural communication and cooperation, and resolutions that don’t lead to bloodshed. I always wonder how a weak screenplay comes out of movies based on books, but, alas, I think this might be a case. My friend told me that the movie has nothing to do with the premise of the book. But, given all of these caveats, I think you’ll enjoy the movie.
Grade: B/B+ Zombies.
In the split second it took for me to realize that the girls who Miguel accidentally jumped on were okay, I dissolved into giggles. It’s a reflex. I feel so bad and I’m so glad they are okay. But, honestly, I think this is proof-positive that Miguel’s an alien. I think he miscalculated gravity on our planet for a moment. Yeah, that’s it…he just forgot which planet he was on.
1. Miguel, you ain’t Prince. Prince is somewhere laughing his size 0 behind off. He’s said again and again that performers today need to stop trying to be like him. See what happens– your nads land on someone’s head. We all know Prince is an alien. Prince might be like Michael Jordan in Miguel’s galaxy?
2. Did he really have on 4-inch boots? Those will be exhibit A in the civil trial that is sure to follow. Those ain’t anti-gravity boots, homie. Those are Rick James boots, best for crushing dirt into a couch. Dude is like 5’2; what did he expect to happen? Seriously, them joints looked like the heel was reinforced steel.
3. There are some bright sides in all this: Miguel definitely wasn’t lip-syncing, the girl who took the brunt was okay and she seemed really happy to meet Miguel. Well, she probably didn’t want to meet his crotch first…but yeah. That’s probably a mating ritual where Miguel’s from…
4. From now on, when Miguel starts to do the crazy shimmy dance, people will know to duck like they are at a Gallagher show. Was that little dance his species’ way of gathering energy from the universe to power such a jump?
5. I got a little weak inside at the old chick who bent down to help the girl until Miguel grabbed her. She tossed her away like a dead fish! I immediately heard TLC’s “What About Your Friends” playing. I guess the girl code ain’t what it used to be. Why was she in the mosh pit anyway? Hm, maybe this is a broader conspiracy?
All jokes aside, Miguel is an excellent performer and I hope he doesn’t end up having to work a second job at Burger King to pay for that girl’s long term care bills.
Miguel, Nanoo-Nanoo and sh*t, if you see this. Try a little harder to blend in next time.
Ok, read my review below and, then, watch this video. Black Trekkie has a good sense of humor and I totally resemble the Onion’s remarks.
Hi Everyone! Welcome to my blog! I hope that you will enjoy my musings about the Star Trek Universe. I hope to infuse the blog with humor about life, dating, and other happenings relevant to all the lovers of the Trek. We are going to have some killer episode and movie reviews! If you hadn’t guessed already, wait for it… I’m black, word to Styles P. I rarely run into black trekkies with whom I can discuss the art of the Trek. Usually, it comes out in a hushed tone after I’ve figured out that I have encountered another potential nerd. Then, it turns into a trivia smorgasbord and discussions of who is the better captain. Let me say, I AM the best captain in my own mind, but I’ll be glad to listen to your thoughts.
Who is Captain Jackson anyway?
Captain Jackson, short for Captain Shante T’Pel Beyoncé Sisko Jackson, is the great grandchild of Uhura and Spock, after he stopped frontin’ on his feelings. It’s Hov.
In all seriousness, I am native North Carolinian who stayed up way too late in her formative years trying to watch the Next Generation re-runs that came on before Rawhide. The Treks helped me dream about life beyond the hood and imagine a world without poverty. In my real life, I fight poverty on a daily basis and attempt to expand the horizons and provide educational opportunities for low-income youth.
What is Black Trekkie?
Blacktrekkie.com is born out of a need to find you, whoever you are, who can relate to my trekki-ness. It’s a place to dream and discuss about the Trek, the state of science fiction, physics, nerdiness, and why Levar Burton should get an Image award every year for Roots, Reading Rainbow, and keeping the Enterprise running despite being forced to wear a banana clip on his face, real talk. I know there are other black trekkies/nerds out there, maybe we can meet up one day.
You don’t have to be black to enjoy this site, heck, we even have a penchant for green b*tches around these parts. All you need is a quick-witted sense of humor and geeky sensibilities.
And, why should I care about black rights in space?
-Because it’s the final frontier, mofo. Because Outkast said so. Neil deGrasse Tyson can’t do it all by himself.
Dif-tor heh smusma (Live Long and Prosper) and please come back soon!