Do you want to know what’s totally frickin’ awesome?
The new Star Trek movie is totally frickin’ awesome.
From the moment the film, the eleventh in the franchise’s history, begins, it is relentlessly, absurdly, unyieldingly awesome.
Walking in, our fandom skewed more toward J.J. Abrams and his Felicity-Lost legacy than the Trekkie world, but from the moment those familiar starships, at the film’s beginning the USS Kelvin, not the USS Enterprise, dip into sight, a sudden, unexpected glee rushed over us.
Or should we call it “Little Miss Sunshine Cleaning”?
Produced by Peter Saraf and Marc Turtletaub, the team behind 2006’s wonderful and winning indie phenom Little Miss Sunshine, Sunshine Cleaning shares a great deal of that film’s DNA: an off-beat sensibility, a commitment to quirkiness and Alan Arkin as a crotchy patriarch. But what made Miss Sunshine so compelling was its ability to bring levity to life’s traumas.
Sunshine Cleaning wallows in them instead.