On Friday night, after the kids were in bed, I agreed to watch the Star Trek movie with J. And by agreed I mean, I gritted my teeth and searched for a drop of enthusiasm to say the words "sure, we can watch that" instead of emitting the huge groan that was lingering in my throat. I knew how much J wanted to see this film so. OKAY then.
I'm not a fan of sci-fi. And I don't want to be one of those stereotypes that writes off sci-fi before even really giving it a chance. I just genuinely honestly really frankly am not interested. I've watched The X Files, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and probably some more that I can't remember. And still. I still don't enjoy it.
Sci-fi, aliens, and submarines (in movies): They could all be put into a cauldron of green sludge and never be seen again and I would loose no sleep.Not even a little wink.
As the film started, I found myself slipping away into thoughts like... oh crap I never did reply to that email from two days ago... And... I wonder how many calories are in that dessert I just ate... And... I wonder if J would notice if I snuck out my lap top for a minute because I really need to check Gmail...
And then I drifted back to the film... something to do with a spaceship passing through a black hole... some guy trying to kill some other guy on a spaceship... more spaceshippy things happening...
Already I was confused.
And then, failing to draw upon my own brain cells to figure out what was going on, I resorted to asking questions like a manically inquisitive five year-old.
Me: Why are there aliens on the spaceship with the humans? What, are they like, coexisting or something?
Me: Why is the woman from House giving birth on a spaceship? Isn't that irresponsible? There's NO frigging WAY she can go from early contractions to crowning within the space of two minutes. Gah.
Me: And why is the other spaceship shaped like a mop with tentacles?
Me: And why is that man not going with his wife who's giving birth? Oh yeah RIGHT, he has to "save" everyone. Bloody cheek.
Finally I ceased the questions and comments. And then Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto appeared as the main characters. And suddenly I was following the plot, enjoying the character storylines and laughing at the jokes and, well, liking it actually. As the credits rolled we were heartily agreeing about how good it was.
And then I went to bed and had nightmares about mop-headed aliens trying to eat me.