Super 8 (2011)

Director: J.J. Abrams

Cast: Joel Courtney, Elle Fanning, Riley Griffiths, Ryan Lee

Have I Seen it Before: Oh, sure. Hell, on some level I kind of lived it. No, my town wasn’t mysteriously taken over by a strange creature, unless you count the strange penguin statues that cropped up one day in 2002 and never completely left. It’s more that I spent some time while I was growing up screaming “production value” at my friends while we all tried with intermittent success to not get hit by oncoming trains.

Did I Like It: It’s sort of painful to say that this is the best movie J.J. Abrams has ever (and may yet ever, the way things are going) directed. Star Trek (2009), Mission: Impossible III (2006), and Star Wars – Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) are all enjoyable romps, and I don’t want to entirely discount them, but this one reaches for actual characters, as opposed to trying to renew interest in television series that once starred Leonard Nimoy. Also, this has no discernable Beastie Boys in it, although I suppose at that point they would have to be called The Young Aborigines at the point in time that the film is set.

Whenever I see this film (it’s on semi-regular rotation at our house) I can’t help but feel nostalgic for that time when the most important thing in the world was making stuff with my friends. I was Charles Kaznyk (Griffiths) growing up, with all of the warts that entailed. The rest of the kids aren’t perfect analogues for the people I knew way-back-when, but they are imminently real and recognizable. There are too few films that depict kids in a way that feels anything like the childhood I enjoyed, and that alone is enough to make the film imminently enjoyable.

Some complain about the ending, and aside from a bit too much similarity in tone to the end of E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982), I’m fine with it.

Oh, on that note, there is also a monster in the movie, apparently. That seems sort of secondary to the proceedings, and that may be the distillation of its flaws. I am far less interested in this movie when Cooper the monster is featured, but I suppose that’s okay. They don’t give this kind of money to movies about weird kids with monster makeup. Production value, am I right?

Star Wars - Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

Director: J.J. Abrams

Cast*: Carrie Fisher, Mark Hamill, Adam Driver, Daisy Ridley

Have I Seen it Before: It’s opening weekend fam, beyond the vague sense of a mixed reaction, I had no real idea what I was in for, although I did get the impression I might fall into a diabetic coma with the amount of fan service potentially on the horizon.

Did I Like It: Well, since I’m already on record adoring Star Wars – Episode VIII: The Last Jedi (2017), I guess I have to loathe this one, right? 

Is it okay if I still like this one? Are we cool if I do? Do I care if we’re cool? All good questions. Yes, I think the film is messy, and there are plot threads I may spend some idle time over the next few years trying to make sense of, but it was rousing, and crowd pleasing, and fun.

That’s the job J.J. Abrams was hired to do, and now he’s done it twice.

The flaws are real, though. While it was nice to have scenes with Carrie Fisher again, she never felt terribly present in her scenes. Had we somehow not known she died after the production of The Last Jedi, maybe I wouldn’t have had the same issue with her material. Had the film opted for a different tact and had her die off-screen in the events leading up to the film, maybe we would have had a whole new set of complaints.

With the diminished role of the original trilogy characters very much hanging over the film—Billy Dee Williams’ Lando has scarce screen time, and very little to do with the plot other than to show up places and be Lando—the film fully becomes the purvue of the new characters. Rey, Poe, and Finn finally become a trio, spending much of their first two films apart, and their chemistry is breezy, and their quest for the location of Emperor Palpatine (Ian McDiarmid, another original trilogy character underserved) is the most coherent part of the film. Kylo Ren’s redemption also gives Adam Driver some of his best material in the series. I’ve read some takes on the film that have said it ruins the legacy of all Skywalkers, Rey, Ben Solo, Leia, the entire series, Rian Johnson specifically, and more childhoods than I thought were still standing after Lucas made swift work of them in the last decade.

The film ruins nothing. The story of Ben Solo and Rey (insert last name here) is complete. As had long been prophesied, the Skywalker was destroyed the Sith and brought balance to the force. The Last Jedi still exists, and as of this writing is still available to watch on Netflix, Disney+ be damned.

So, once again—just like with The Last Jedi—I am left with one big complaint: I could have used a whole lot more Lupita Nyong’o. Yes, Kelly Marie Tran virtually disappearing from the film isn’t a great look for the franchise, but Nyong’o was the best part of Star Wars – Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) and was tragically underused in The Last Jedi and here even more so. In The Last Jedi she is relegated to not much more than a cameo, but it was a fun moment that added to the mythology around her character, Maz Kanata. Here, she largely just stands around the Resistance base camp quietly reacting to the story around her, and I even think that level of involvement for Maz was a byproduct of her being central to the re-purposed footage of Carrie Fisher from The Force Awakens. 

Dear Hollywood, 

Please use more Lupita Nyong’o. Jordan Peele and Abe Forsythe are exempt from this notice. Even Ryan Coogler could do a little bit better in this department.

Yours in watching,

Mac

And now, we are left with the final question I introduced in my review of The Force Awakens: While we may not have needed these movies, I’m still glad we got them. They are spectacle writ large, and adventure storytelling at their very best. I’ve spent most of the last day since completing my re-watch of the series and my first screening of this film humming the John Williams march. I’ve dug into my comixology library, purchased a copy of the annotated original trilogy screenplays, and even bought a dirt-cheap copy of the novelizations of those movies. Why? Because even as this film took a winding, sometimes bewildering road to reach its completion, I still don’t want it to end.

* I mean, technically, Harrison Ford should have gotten second billing in this film, as his appearance in the film is far more substantial than Hamill’s was in The Force Awakens (2015), but I suppose that—in the interest of not being nitpicky—I won’t try to override the will of SAG.

Star Wars - Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)

Director: J.J. Abrams

Cast*: Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher, Daisy Ridley, John Boyega

Have I Seen it Before: I mean, the tired joke to hint at here is that with the amount of times I’ve seen Star Wars – Episode IV: A New Hope (1977), even if this had been the first time I had seen this film, then I would have already have seen it before. I’ll skip that, and say that I was right there on opening weekend, along with everyone else.

Did I Like It: After the highest highs of the original trilogy, and the objective lows of the prequel trilogy (even if you’ve managed to forgive some of the larger flaws in those films, you can’t deny there is some weak sauce transpiring) we may have all come to the new sequel trilogy with bad intentions as an audience.

I’ll only go as far as maybe on that idea.

The first question I want to wrestle with is whether or not we needed a Star Wars sequel trilogy. After mentioning in a few interviews years ago that he had “a plan” for films that would take place after Star Wars – Episode VI: Return of the Jedi (1983), he spent most of the last few decades insisting that he had no notion of such movies, and he pointedly didn’t think they would be very interesting in any event. 

I tend to think he was lying, or at the very least remembering the truth from a certain point of view, but I can understand why. For one thing, I can’t imagine the reactions to the prequel trilogy were fun for him, regardless of whether they were deserved. Getting older, he probably came to some degree of peace with the idea that he didn’t have anything to prove anymore. He made some great films, some not-so-great ones, and made enough money that his great-great-grandchildren won’t have to worry about money, so long as action figures still exist in the 22ndcentury.

But as Lucas’ attitude toward the idea of the further adventures of Luke Skywalker and company, the story began to take a shape where such stories weren’t needed anymore. I walked out of my first viewing of Star Wars – Episode III: Revenge of the Sith (2005) thinking that the story of the rise, fall, and redemption of Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker was—for better or worse—a complete story in six parts.

So, right out of the gate the sequel trilogy has the challenge of justifying its existence, far more so than the prequels had to reckon with. We didn’t need a sequel trilogy, but Disney was relatively sure there would be an audience for such films, and as I write this at the close of the opening weekend for Star Wars – Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker(2019), they were largely right in that regard.

As mentioned above, some might complain that this movie borrows too heavily from A New Hope to be thoroughly enjoyed. They are correct that it owes much to that film, but when one realizes that the original Star Wars is beholden to the structure of Akira Kurosawa’s The Hidden Fortress (1958), I can’t help but think that is a criticism divorced from any real sense of film history.

Here’s what the film has going for it that reaches beyond the reductive:

The new characters are an absolute treat. On spec, the film would be an opportunity to spend some time with your favorite characters from the original films, but the fact that Rey, Finn, and Poe keep our attention so thoroughly is a testament to the strength of these films going forward. Say what you will about his skills as a storyteller or a visual stylist, Abrams is an absolute master at casting very watchable actors in interesting characters. He managed to pull off the same trick in his first Star Trek (2009). This doesn’t even begin to deal with my favorite character of the new films—and possibly any of the Star Wars films—Maz Kanata as played by the transcendant-even-when-mo-capped Lupita Nyong’o. 

Then there are those original characters. Mark Hamill merely has a cameo, and his film will be Star Wars – Episode VIII: The Last Jedi (2017). Carrie Fisher toes the line between the optimism at the center of Leia, and the world-weariness that Fisher uses to inject her with new life. And then there’s Harrison Ford. This film is Han Solo’s Unforgiven (1992)—as much as a laser sword movie can reach for that degree of an elegiac quality—and if nothing else, it is a relief and a revelation to not have Ford sleep-walk his way through an entire film. Before this film, the last possibly I would say he did so was Air Force One (1997), and probably as far back as The Fugitive (1993). I’m glad we got you back, Han, even if for only a minute.

Now, the larger question we must answer is: was it worth going through a sequel trilogy? At this point, I would say yes, but to definitively answer that question, I’ll probably wait for my review of The Rise of Skywalker.

*The film gives second billing to Mark Hamill, but I think we can all agree that such placement is overestimating the great Hamill’s contribution to the family.

Mission: Impossible III (2006)

Director: J.J. Abrams

Cast: Tom Cruise, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Ving Rhames, Michelle Monaghan

Have I Seen it Before: Sure. Look, some people are down on Cruise as a person, but for the most part he isn’t interested in making a bad movie, so I’m there when that improbably ageless face is plastered on a movie poster.

Did I Like It: Yes, but at the same time…

I remember thinking after I initially saw this movie in the theater that this is a movie series that has found its perfect calibration. Some have said that the plot of the first Mission: Impossible (1996) was too byzantine (it isn’t, but it may take a viewing or two to fully enjoy), and that Mission: Impossible II (2000) was as insubstantial and dumb as a movie as is likely to ever be made (it is), whereas this one blends the stunt show qualities of the latter with the actual spy fun of the former.

That’s true, but it all feels less somehow after it’s had a decade to simmer in my head. Abrams makes his directorial debut here. There is nary a lens flare to be found, which undercuts a lot of dunderheaded criticism of his cinematic output, even if the lens flares have never bothered me as much as others. He has brought his TV skills to bear here, offering the closest thing to an Alias: The Motion Picture as we are likely to get.

I just wished I liked Alias more. It’s a fine show, but it never lit my imagination on fire, and so it is also with this film. The stunts are here. The intrigue is here. I just wish that the ambition to bring some of the better qualities of the television series to the big screen had stayed. I wish the films were closer to a heist movie, and less an attempt to give the world an American James Bond. I also wish that the IMF team was less an elite team of CIA employees and more of the disparate team of skilled civilian contractors that Phelps and team were. The previous films don’t aim for this, but it struck me more here. What we have here is certainly better than the nadir of the second film, but there is still a lot of material left to be mined. Unfortunately, the success of the this entry and subsequent attempts in a similar mold indicate that that is probably not going to happen any time soon.

Star Trek Into Darkness (2013)

Director: J.J. Abrams

Cast: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Bruce Greenwood, and that great latin lover, Benedict Cumberbatch.

Have I Seen it Before: Since 1994, it is reasonable to assume that I’ve been there for every Star Trek film on opening weekend.

Did I Like It: Folks, I really want to enjoy every Star Trek film. I want to. And yet…

It’s difficult to try and criticize this film without taking a deep dive into my long-standing Trek fandom…

So here I go criticizing from that perspective:

The opening scene is such a complete and total violation of the Prime Directive in every way, shape and form. How Kirk (Pine) is not arrested and sent to a prison colony for life twenty minutes into this movie is beyond me.

They keep referring to the transwarp beaming equation that Scotty (Simon Pegg) “developed” in the original film. That was supposed to allow people to beam onto a ship traveling away from you at warp speed. It has nothing to do with beaming people to a planet in a completely different sector of space many light years away. Also, not for nothing, the effective development of that technology negates the need for starships at all, and pretty much nullifies the entire concept of Star Trek. Not great, all things considered.

The fact that Leonard Nimoy, in his final performance as Spock Prime, doesn’t argue with McCoy (Karl Urban) is a missed opportunity that will never present itself again.

Maybe one can try to make an argument that the film has a certain energy that someone who isn’t steeped in the lore of this franchise might find entertaining, but in my best attempt to try and see this film from that perspective, I just can’t make it happen. This movie has been unleashed on the public for nearly six years. Can anyone explain to me what it is actually about, beyond a tame studio-watered down semi-parable for the post 9/11 world? 

Even the stakes are much lower here. In Star Trek (2009), Nero threatens the entirety of planet Earth, after proving that he is a real threat by destroying the planet Vulcan. Here, Khan (Benedict Cumberbatch) has a plan. I’m still not entirely sure what it is, but at the end of it, a large ship crashes into San Francisco. 

Let’s talk about Khan, and for that matter, Khan, while we’re at it. The casting of the whitest man in all of time and space to succeed a decidedly non-white hispanic actor playing a man of Indian decent is a little… Well, it’s certainly something. The error is retconned by a four-part comic series published after the movie was released, but it doesn’t bode well for the film itself if you have to have the ancillary material to make heads or tails out of it. Also, the reversal of roles merely for a rehash of the far, far superior Wrath of Khan (1982) is lame in extreme.

Also, his blood wasn’t some sort of fountain of youth. Just saying.

It’s flimsy, and cheap in its writing, and that’s pretty impressive when you could say that about a lot of the big budget action far hoisted upon us. I cannot help but think that Abrams was eyeing adventures in another galaxy, far, far away and didn’t have his eyes on the prize here, and it became clear that his various lieutenants don’t have his same skill.

For some reason I want to rate this film higher than the generally accepted worst films in the franchise (either Star Trek V: The Final Frontier (1989) or Star Trek: Nemesis (2002), depending on your particular taste), but on this particular viewing I don’t think I can go light on it. This may be the worst Trek film…

Or it’s as bad as Nemesis, not worse. I think I’ll go with that much. Worse than Nemesis feels like a stretch. 

Star Trek (2009)

Director: J.J. Abrams

Cast: Chris Pine, Zachary Quntio, Zoe Saldana, and keeping the whole thing together, the late, great Leonard Nimoy

Have I Seen it Before: I saw it four times in the theater. 

Did I Like It: It may have launched some irritating things (including its own 2013 sequel), but it is hard to deny this film its charms, or, more importantly, the moments where it absolutely sings.

The last ten years or so should be a difficult time for action-adventure movies like those that make up the Star Trek series. They aren’t about anything, other than the thin connective tissue that will propel characters from explosion to explosion. So that this first attempt to relaunch the franchise after the petering out experience by Nemesis (2002) and the then most-recent series, Enterprise, does something incredibly smart. It presents the space opera as coming of age story. Sure, it’s not the loft ambition of a Horatio Hornblower story, or even a parable about Chernobyl in space, but telling the tale of James T. Kirk (Pine) and Spock (Quinto), Angry Young Men, is certainly a good starting out point for the film.

And it mostly works! There are things that serve to annoy. The lens flares are ubiquitous, but commentary about them has become far more irritating than the flares could ever have hoped to be. The decision to shot any utilitarian section of a starship in a brewery has never made sense to me. The Beastie Boy-laden scene where the spunky tween-who-would be Captain Kirk (Jimmy Bennett) faces off with Robocop and gravity remains one of the most irritating scenes in recent memory, compounded by the unassailable reality that it lifts right out of the movie. Not many people talk about how there’s some serious post-production jiggery pokery that leaves the bad guys waiting around for twenty-five years with nothing to do, and I will opt not to go into it much further here.

I could go on. Honestly, it should be a little bit harder to beat the Kobayashi Maru test, even if you have reprogrammed the simulator. But the parts that do work far outweigh the nitpicks. The film is cast perfectly, with the new cast bringing new energy to roles we already think we know. Karl Urban might (and I stress, might) have been more born to play the role than even Deforrest Kelley. The mini-tragedy at the beginning of the movie heralds the coming of Chris Hemsworth, undeniable movie star and latches the film to real emotions, even during those scenes and plot holes I can’t abide. 

And there is one moment, and one spark of performance, that makes this film—and, indeed, the entire “Kelvin” series—work on the whole. It is the first moment in which Kirk encounters Spock Prime (Nimoy). The elder Spock takes one look at this brash upstart and says, haunted by everything we as the audience has already seen. “James T. Kirk…I have been, and always shall be, your friend.” In that moment, I believe Pine is Kirk, Quinto is Spock, and on and on. It’s a moment the film absolutely depends on, and Nimoy nails it with such subtlety, that it’s hard not to marvel at the moment with every repeat viewing.