Confession time, once more, is upon us. Praise be unto the Goddess Gal Gadot! At this happiest of times, we must rejoice, for it is but a few hours until she shall come unto our houses once more.
Now, we admit that the faithful were tested at Christmas time as her coming was not up to the standards we set ourselves in our worship. Wonder Woman 1984 was dangerously close to being a false prophet. A graven image. We shall talk no more about it. All our energies must now prepare for her second coming, and it falls to me, the most reverend Reverend to prepare the flock to receive her wonderful bounty.
Four hours of the Goddess? Directly into our very own homes? How she spoils her faithful worshippers! We must ensure our souls are prepared and that our conscience is clear in preparation. Once more the filth of sin pervades us and our penitence is required. The Goddess must hear our sins and render judgment. Hark, she prepares to deliver that judgment now.
Your sin? In between coveting thy neighbors wife and making yourself do that thing that feels like a sneeze, only better, you are also prejudiced. You positively reek of sin. The Confession Booth is now open to judge your movie-based prejudice. Specifically:
Which movies would you enjoy, were it not for your prejudice caused by over-familiarity with the source material, or an earlier version of the story?
Let he who is without sin, yadda-yadda. I have my own sins, my own prejudices. My confessions are I don’t like Belgians. But this is not about that. This is about movies, and where I am rendered unable to fully enjoy something due to my learned behavior. For me, it is JJ Abrams’ divisive 2009 Star Trek reboot.
It’s a stunning movie. It is a rollicking space adventure that clips along at breakneck speed and is constantly exciting. It’s beautiful to look at. It is technically highly competent. Its score soars in all the right places and it is a lot of fun.
And yet… and yet… when viewing it you just can’t shake the feeling that something is very, very wrong. I spent my childhood watching Star Trek TOS re-runs on TV, then the various Next Generation shows and spin-offs. I have an unshakeable love of Star Trek II: The Wrath Of Khan. My mind just will not relax, let me enjoy it and fully embrace it.
My Star Trek prejudice defeats me.
Now it is your turn in the Confession Booth. You must confess… CONFESS!