J.J. Abrams revives the tribute of my lifetime. I had no idea that years of choosing to spend time with my dad in front of what he just affectionately categorized as “Sci-Fi” would turn me into a Trekkie. Sure, I’ve heard of Tribbles, Jean-Luc Picard is my personal Gandalf-esque mentor, and Janeway reminded me of my more feminist professors in my more mind-shaping classes. What of it? It was about the phasers set to stun and the Vulcan mind meld and the hyccup phrasing of Captain Kirk.
Now, however, the crew members of the Starship Enterprise are my age, Starfleet Academy is accepting applications, Bones is attractive, Romulans have a nasty streak, and I want Chris Pine to father my children. 
Splatter: on FILM 
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