My chief complaint with J.J. Abrams’ blockbusting reboot was not the alternative reality setup (an ingenious way to circumvent the usual prequel trappings) nor the script (plotting superior to the occasional dash of exposition and illogical dialogue in the final showdown). It was that, after all the pieces came into place, the crew introduced, the movie was all but over. To engage in cliche, I was left wanting more – another hour wouldn’t have been amiss.
Into Darkness satisfied my cravings. Pushing the envelope is at the top of the agenda in a motion picture dense with the spectacular – embracing IMAX to squeeze out that little bit more.
Meanwhile, there’s plenty of Kirk and Spock’s relationship (some good old-fashioned homoeroticism, never amiss), and the philosophical play that distinguishes Trek from Wars. Some of the plot elements don’t gel perfectly, and I’m unsure as to whether the fatigue that set in was due to my own lack of rest or the movie’s. But what’s clear is that, following on the heels of Iron Man 3, the summer is off to a bang.