Not “Star Wars,” of course, but still a great movie.
The 23rd century. A young slacker, Kirk, the son of a space hero, becomes a cadet at the Starfleet Academy and ends up on the ship “Enterprise.”
“Star Trek,” a space soap opera that occupied the minds of schoolchildren in the 60s, moved to the big screen in the 70s and began to die there after several successful films. It was only revived by the plot hunger that Hollywood is eternally tormented by.
J.J. Abrams, a master of tuning TV series, who had only made the dubious third “Mission: Impossible” in cinema and had never been a big fan of “Star Trek,” managed to breathe new life into the event. This is a prequel to the original series: Abrams begins the story anew. He has very charming actors and actresses, filigree special effects, bright and saturated colors, and perfectly staged fights.
But even this is not the main thing: in “Star Trek,” Abrams, like Lucas once did, makes his way to the viewer’s heart to awaken the eight-year-old child with eyes widened with delight. He is ready to give everything to surprise people who are used to the rumbling action movies made from recycled materials. And when Captain Kirk fights on a platform suspended above a planet that is being sucked into a black hole, or when monsters rush towards him at terrifying speed on another planet, your breath is taken away almost as much as the hero’s.