A Complete History of Star Trek on the Screen
Star Trek is one of television’s longest running science fiction franchises and, besides that, one of my favorites. Starting in 1966, stories inspired by Gene Roddenberry’s utopian vision of space exploration have entertained generations of viewers.
To help demonstrate the scope of the franchise, I’ve compiled a timeline of every official Star Trek television show and movie ever to grace our screens. Even without including the Star Trek books, comics, radio shows and other miscellaneous material, there’s a lot to look at!
James Gunn’s “Superman” is almost bulletproof
Unfortunately, Gunn’s “Superman” will be engrained in my memory as almost perfect.
James Gunn’s “Superman” released on streaming this past Friday following an impactful and somewhat controversial run in theaters. While many enjoyed the film’s portrayal of the titular hero as someone who takes care to preserve life (in contrast to superhero movies whose protagonists seem to ignore all the people in those buildings they knock over), some drew parallels between the movie’s fictional international conflict and the current war in Gaza.
“Superman” (the movie) begins on a rare low note for Superman (the guy): He’s just lost a fight for the very first time. He takes it fairly well, but the worst is yet to come. What really shakes him is the information his nemesis, Lex Luthor, had staged the battle to obtain: a message from his Kryptonian parents instructing him to rule over planet Earth rather than protect it. In the wake of his preventing a war between the fictional countries of Boravia and Jarhanpur, the publication of the message causes the public to question his motivations for doing so. Now, Superman has to grapple with his public image, his self image and the combined forces of Luthor and the United States government.
David Corenswet plays Superman and Clark Kent with a desperate earnestness, trying his best whether he’s preventing a kaiju from crushing a building or defending the quality of his copy. When Superman takes the time to save a single child, a single dog, a single squirrel from a rampaging monster, all while hoping to humanely remove that monster to an intergalactic zoo, we understand why he means so much to the people of Metropolis– to the people of Earth.
Although it engages with heavy subject matter at times, “Superman” seems committed to avoiding the “gritty” image of superherodom present in Zach Snyder’s “Man of Steel,” with even the (literally and figuratively) darkest scenes featuring creative costuming and set design adding pops of green, blue or purple.
Although Superman comes under fire for preventing Boravia, an ally of the United States, from invading Jarhanpur, he maintains that he was not unilaterally dictating US foreign policy, he was simply saving people’s lives. Through this fictional conflict, Gunn emphasizes that Superman is not just a hero for Metropolis, or for America, but for the world.
It’s easy to see why this conflict is compared to the war in Gaza, despite Gunn saying he began writing the script before the war broke out. From a pro-Palestinian, American perspective, the idea of a person who could cut through America’s political relationship to Israel, fly across the globe and end the war in a single action is pure wish fulfillment. The idea that someone who had this kind of power would use it to prevent mass death is massively appealing in itself.
So it frustrates me that a movie so fun, so optimistic and so committed to extending empathy to everyone and everything possible just sort of… stops for a second.
Near the end of the film, the big, armored villain that Luthor has been using to absolutely trounce Superman in combat, Ultraman, is revealed to be an imperfect clone of Superman himself. Superman throws Ultraman into a black hole. He doesn’t seem very upset about it.
What happened to Superman’s no killing rule? Why is Ultraman suddenly disposable? He clearly hasn’t been attacking Superman of his own free will: Luthor literally gives him instructions for how to move!
I really, really enjoyed this movie, but Ultraman’s death was lazy and undermined the film’s premise. Unfortunately, Gunn’s “Superman” will be engrained in my memory as almost perfect.
I actually liked “HIM”
“HIM” is fast, tense, gorgeous and terrifying. It hit me like a helmet to the chest.
“HIM” is fast, tense, gorgeous and terrifying. It hit me like a helmet to the chest.
Jordan Peele, director of Black horror hits “Get Out,” “Us” and “Nope,” stepped into the producer role on this film, which led viewers to expect a film that focused on some of his preferred themes: Race, power, viewership, objectification. But with Justin Tipping as director, the film promised a different stylistic viewpoint than Peele’s previous work.
If you go into “HIM” expecting a Jordan Peele film, that’s not what you’re going to get. Where Peele lets shots linger, forcing the viewer to sit in discomfort, Tipping pushes “HIM” at a breakneck pace. The film cuts in time with the pulsing soundtrack, only stopping when the camera itself is mobile, bobbing and weaving to make viewers as dizzy as Cameron Cade, the main character.
Actually, that’s not quite true. In some moments, the camera seems almost magnetized to Cameron’s face, like the movie wants to be just as trapped in his head as he is. It works, partly because Cameron is magnetic. From his introduction as a child rooting for his favorite football player, I felt instantly connected to the character. While some might find his father’s insistence that Cam look at the carnage of a player’s possibly career-ending injury because, “That’s what real men do, they make sacrifices,” a little heavy handed, I immediately felt the weight of it. Like little Cameron, his face in his father’s hand, when that line was delivered, I believed it.
As an adult Cameron edges closer to his dream of being a football phenomenon, he receives a traumatic brain injury in an unexpected assault. While everyone around him wants to make sure that Cam takes care of himself and recovers, no one even bothers to mention his attacker. No one asks who did this to him, or why. They’re only asking one question: Can he still play?
Burden, sacrifice and masculinity are huge themes in “HIM.” While Cameron insists that playing quarterback for the aptly named “Saviors” is what he wants, the story mostly happens to him, as if he has no other choice than to do exactly what he’s doing. Even when he’s horrified, even when he’s hurt, even when he’s forced to hurt other people, Cameron follows the path laid out for him. Partly out of guilt, partly to make enough money to support his family, but also partly because… what else is there for him to do? The blood, violence, shame and fear are just the price of admission for a party he assumes he wants to get into.
“HIM” makes the cultishness of the sports world literal, transforming the already horrifying tendency of football to subject its players to life-altering or deadly injuries into a sacrificial cycle. As Cameron goes through his week of training with his idol, Isaiah White, it becomes increasingly clear he’s being groomed for something other than just the field. Cam is sized up and measured, the individual parts of his body assessed like he’s a collection of cuts of meat, or a car about to be sold. The resident doctor puts him through strange rituals and injects him with something he doesn’t describe. There are enough hints dropped that it’s not even surprising when White explains it all at the end: The Saviors have been recycling the blood of their star quarterbacks for generations, transfusing the current quarterback’s blood into their successor to pass on their star power.
It’s a biting critique of the industry, a more visibly bloody presentation of professional football’s tendency to use young Black men’s bodies to enrich the franchise’s mostly white owners, then discard and replace them when they can no longer play. The critique is made more visceral by the film’s depiction of injury: Shots of bones and blood laid bare by an X-Ray like filter that let us see past the skin as skulls crack and brains rattle.
Even as someone who hates football, I found myself pulled into Cameron’s terrified obsession. I’ve never had, and never really understood, the kind of passion that would make a person willing to keep working through brain damage, knowing that work would inevitably make it worse. “HIM” stuck me inside the head of someone who did, and it was a terrifying ride.