I have been a science fiction fan since I was a kid. There has always been something magical about the genre for me. One of my favorites growing up was the original Star Trek television series, which was in reruns on Saturday nights in the late 1970s and early 80s. I looked forward to catching a “new” episode of that each weekend. I was too young to see the first Star Trek film in the theaters, probably a good thing, in retrospect, given that it’s a long, ponderous movie that really needed a lot of fine-tuning and editing.
But by the time Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan hit the big screen in 1982, I was six years old, and my father took me to see it. To be perfectly honest, I was not thrilled by it. The movie was too dark & downbeat for me, and it ended with Spock dying. Over the years, though, I often heard it referred to as the absolute best film of the entire series, and I just could not understand why.
Fast-forward to 2002, and the two disk DVD “director’s edition” of Star Trek II came out. On an impulse, I purchased it, because despite my original impression of it, I never actively hated the film. It had been years since I had last seen it, so I thought this would be a good time to look at it with a fresh perspective and see what all the fuss was about.
Well, what a difference twenty years can make! I was completely blown away when I re-watched The Wrath of Khan. There were so many themes in it that I had not picked up on when I was a kid. Dealing with death and loss, growing old, morality and science, the all-consuming passion of vengeance, making the decision whether to dwell in the past or to move on to the future, and much more. Since then, I’ve viewed it on several subsequent occasions. Each time, I get a little bit something more out of it.
So much of the film is of the highest quality. The script by Harve Bennett & Nicholas Meyer is crisp, intelligent, witty, and thought-provoking. James Horner’s’ soundtrack is stunning. And the directing by Meyer is riveting, dramatic, and absolutely top-notch. I do not think it is an exaggeration to say that Meyer succeeds in obtaining one of the best performances out of William Shatner in his entire career, no easy feat. And the acting by Leonard Nimoy, DeForest Kelley, and Ricardo Montalban is likewise top-notch.
Last week, I watched The Wrath of Khan again. And something occurred to me. Yes, it is a great science fiction film. But, I realized, it is also an excellent film, period, regardless of genre. This got me thinking. Science fiction really gets very little respect of acknowledgement among so-called legitimate film “critics.”
I was curious, so I looked up the Academy Award nominees for 1982. The frontrunner of the year was, unsurprisingly, Ganhdi, a good if overly long film. I was pleasantly surprised to see that E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial had received several nominations. But not a single nod to Star Trek II, not even in the technical categories.
Nowadays, the Academy Awards do make at least a passing effort at trying to acknowledge more “mainstream” films, having increased the potential number of best picture nominees to ten. Even so, the way the Academy members actually vote, the probability of film such as Star Trek II being nominated, much less winning, a Best Picture Oscar is very low. Witness the most recent awards, where The Artist was swept up six Oscars. Brilliant film, yes, but the equally great, very funny comedy Bridesmaids didn’t even warrant a nomination. (Of course, the manner in which voting is tabulated for the Oscar nominations and actual awards is apparently so convoluted that it makes filling out your taxes seem simple by comparison. So for all we know Bridesmaids just narrowly missed the cut-off.)
What is the point of all this? I am actually not sure. Part of it is my lamenting that those aforementioned critics often believe it is impossible for a film to be both popular and of high artistic merit. Especially when it comes to science fiction.
Then again, hindsight can be twenty twenty. The history of film criticism, and the Academy Awards in particular, is rife with “What the hell were they thinking!?!” moments that totally stupefy you. One of the most infamous was when How Green Was My Valley won Best Picture for 1941, beating out Orson Welles’ Citizen Kane, a film now regarded as one of the absolute all time greatest movies ever made. So who knows how history will judge?
In the meantime, regardless of how such-and-such critic opines concerning cinematic fare, or what movie wins what awards, I will be watching what I feel like watching. And that includes science fiction, thank you very much.