hathycol | (no subject)

Channel 4 is playing old Star Trek films. As I am generally asleep, at work, or fighting three other people at any given time, it is quite a tricky proceedure to get anywhere near the telly. This is okay in cases of, say, Mock the Week, as I have a shiny laptop and the iPlayer, or indeed I have some sources of getting a lot of telly.

However, when it comes to Star Trek films and other things like that, it's a bit harder to get hold of. The BT Vision thingymawotsit doodah (it may have a real name) has a record feature, however. When I came home from work, I realised that I taped The Search for Spock last week and more importantly no one else would fight me for the telly.

So I did the obvious thing, and watched it. I've seen all of the Star Trek films many a-time, I must admit; The Motion Picture bores the arse off me, The Wrath of Khan is up there with Indiana Jones and The Temple Of Doom with childhood trauma (the THINGS that they put in your EAR and Spock DIES and my dad made me watch it over a bank holiday weekend WHY) and so on and so forth. Anyone that has spent more than thirty seconds with me is probably aware that I love The Voyage Home or The One With The Whales more than I love, you know, pie and breathing. I'm not a massive fan of the later ones - they're a bit too kitsch in places.

Anyway, I've seen The Search for Spock. I have. Honestly. I just don't remember it being so... odd. Christopher Lloyd delivering all of his lines in Klingon! A targ! Saavik having it off with what looks like an underage boy! Chekhov's outfit! And yet, it all felt as low-key as I remember. I really, really enjoyed watching it again, though, and slotting it back into the Trek lore that I know. I did remember Uhura being the best thing in it, though, and I'm glad to see she still was.

(And good LORD I didn't realise it was that slashy. Even my mum picked up on it.)

Anyway. At the end of the film before I switched off the recording, the voiceover man declared that The Voyage Home would be on next Saturday, i.e. this Saturday. OH HELL YEAH. Nuclear wessels!

(True story: until Collectormania in May, I thought that Gracie and George were real whales, and that they really were in that tank, and that Leonard Nimoy really did swim with them. When

tau_sigma told me they were animatronic, I was genuinely surprised. Now that's some classy film effects for you, even though I was a bit crushed when I found that out.)