By Hunter Wallace
To be perfectly honest, there was never any chance that I would go to see the new J.J. Abrams’ Star Wars VII movie in December and that was before I heard about the big controversy on Twitter. I hated the Star Trek reboot. I hated the Star Trek II makeover even more.
“We wrote these characters but when we went to cast it, one of the things I had felt, having been to the Emmys a couple times — you look around that room and you see the whitest fucking room in the history of time. Its just unbelievably white. And I just thought, we’re casting this show and we have an opportunity to do anything we want, why not cast the show with actors of color? Like not for sure, and if we can’t find the actors who are great, we shouldn’t, but why don’t we make that effort because it wasn’t written that way and isnt that the cooler version of doing this as opposed to saying ‘this is an urban show’. It fucking kills me when they call something ‘an urban movie’ like its a separate thing, like ‘its that thing over there.’”
I’ve seen all of Star Trek: The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager and even the cancelled Enterprise. I can put up with insufferable PC storylines in science fiction, but the two Dawson Creek Trek movies were the worst science fiction movies I have ever seen, an even bigger disappointment than Damon Lindelof’s Prometheus.
Who cares about Star Wars anyway? It is nothing but a hackneyed space opera. No science fiction today, especially cinema, can compare to the golden masters such as Isaac Asimov, Poul Anderson, Robert Heinlein, etc.
Captain John Charity Spring MA
Warpsite,
‘Sing after me…
Stockholm, Berlin, Rome, Brooklyn,
tel Aviv, Cairo, Moscow, Tashkent, Beijing…I’ve been everywhere man, I’ve been everywhere!’
Ha ha ha.
I was thinking the same thing.
That scene in Star Wars where Ace Dindu grabbed his balls while holding a lightsaber and accidentally cut his own dik off.