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Star Trek: Into Darkness





The time has come to talk about 'Star Trek'.  Personally, I thoroughly enjoyed the previous 'Star Trek' and I am hoping for a legit encore performance!  Here is the trailer I will be discussing.







It looks pretty good right? I find very little to criticize and plenty to be happy about. The exception is one simple, tiny, part of the trailer. Checkov is wearing a red shirt. They better not kill him. Seriously, he is one of my favorite characters, I would probably cry. Moving on... Besides that I see fabulous graphics, vivid shots of Chris Pine's blue eyes (if you've got 'em, flaunt 'em.), and general 'Star Trek'-y awesomeness! We do have a few shots of our new villain, played by Benedict Cumberbatch. The identity of Cumberbatch's character isn't revealed as of yet. I've heard whisperings of Khan around. For every 'Khan' whisper there is a 'It's definitely NOT Khan' whisper so I'm not yet sure. We also know that Zachery Quinto is returning as Spock which is fantastic! I feel he totally knocked it out of the park last time so another appearance is very pleasing to me. The title itself is interesting, 'Into Darkness'. The trailer has a darkening feel, like this will be the fall after an all to spectacular rise. We hear the narrator talking about overconfidence and impending destruction, which is unnerving but awesome! To be perfectly honest, I squealed like a little girl inside when I saw the captains chair! I think they would have to be insane, and probably on drugs, to ruin this movie. There are just too many great actors and trustworthy directors, producers, etc. I'm seriously excited and I think you should be too!

UPDATE: I have since seen 'Star Trek Into Darkness' and written a review.

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