Her time travel experiments now completed, Johnny goes back in time to around 1976, where she visits her Daddy, age six, while visiting at his Great Uncle Fred's house (where he was proud to show off his soda/beer can collection).
Its weird, I don't remember meeting Johnny before January 2006--it must be one of those weird time paradox/"I am my own Grandfather" things.
Johnny's still getting over her UTI, so she's taking on a relaxed schedule for the next couple of days--her first outing being a quiet lunch at Ray's Hell restaurant with President Obama and Vice President Biden.
Johnny won't be adventuring in the next few days; on Thursday afternoon she came down with a nasty UTI infection, so bothersome the poor thing must have asked to go outside about 10 times in just a few hours.
Since our regular vet wasn't available, we took her to the emergency animal hospital, which took care of her well and quickly. She's now on some meds, and we think she's already feeling better.
But for now she's going to take it easy. She's informed White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel about her change of schedule.
That's what I felt, watching the new Star Trek movie, which I saw last night.
I had great trepidation about it--it was just hard for me to imagine how you could re-cast those roles, and there were so many ways for it to go wrong. I thought casting Simon Pegg as Scotty was genius, but I was still nervous.
But as the film started, I really enjoyed what I was watching. The opening is a real grabber, and sets up the story quickly and deftly.
Then the film gets to a scene where the young James T. Kirk, about 10 or 11 years old, steals a vintage car and takes it for a joyride. When he is pursued by a police officer (on a hoverbike, this is the future, after all), he drives the car right off a cliff, leaping out at the last second.
After crawling back up a ledge, he is approached by the cop, who demands to know his name. The kid, scratched bruised, defiantly yells, "My name is James Tiberius Kirk!"
It was at that moment that I let out a huge laugh--partly because the scene is genuinely funny, but mostly because I felt a sense of relief: the people who made this movie, J.J. Abrams most of all, got these characters, understood what makes them special, and was about to deliver one rollicking, fun Star Trek adventure.
And that they did. At 2 hrs, the film breezes by, full of laughs, adventure, great spectacle, and wonderful characterization. The cast is uniformly great--Chris Pine as Kirk (in a role I thought was un-recastable; I was happily proved wrong), Zachary Quinto as Spock, Pegg as Scotty, and Bruce Greenwood as Captain Pike especially--and it was a delight to see Leonard Nimoy once again as an older Spock.
I guess I could quibble about some stuff: I wish Scotty had come into the film sooner, I felt that the villain, Nero (Eric Bana) needed to be fleshed out a little more. Oh, and I guess this would've made it perfect:
...but that's for the sequel, I guess.
(Note to J.J. Abrams: Johnny expects Pay or Play, plus points off the back end, and a cut of merchandising. Call us, we'll talk)