Like so many people, I
awaited JJ Abrams next installment in Star Trek franchise like it was
the Second Coming. Prior to his first foray into the Trekosphere, I
had never heard of him and had no idea why so many people thought he
was cool. After watching it, I knew why.
The first movie was
exciting, full of energy and enough plot to keep a trekkie and none
trekkie alike on the edge of their seat. So of course it was only
natural that I camp out in line to see the sequel. (Yes, I am that
kind of a geek but due to my laziness, lack of funds and general
aversion to standing in long lines—so I opted out of the midnight
Wednesday showing and went to see it that Friday instead.) And I
loved it so much, I saw it again the next day. Squeeee!!
Okay, for those who of you
didn't see it, I can promise you there are no spoilers in this post
but those of you who have seen it and have been bitten by Khan's
rapturous charms—then you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.
I have to admit, through
both showings, I was firmly in the Enterprise's crews corner, all the
way no questions asked. Why? Because, I gave up bad boys back in
the 80's. You see, once I got through my Kiefer Sutherland's
portrayal of the vampire leader- David in the Lost Boys, stage, I
realized loving bad boys was generally not good for me. They
generally were self centered egotists who left destruction be it
physical and/or emotional destruction in their wake. Plus in real
life, they were generally mean and I'm not into that.
But in the filmdom,
fangirlosphere, I'd occasionally fall off the wagon when I'd come
across old favorites like Darth Vader (original series) or a new
baddie like Loki (whose character was once described as profoundly
manipulative. So much so that it would behoove anyone around him not
to trust him. Not even for a second. Heck even his own brother
chided him for his inability to be sincere).
Yet like any girl with her
head screwed on right, I remembered what my Momma always said,
“choose a nice man cause the other ones will just use you and break
your heart. Not to mention if they were of the movie variety, they'd
break other things too. Like the kind of stuff that would require a
really skilled surgical team to fix.
Then came Benedict
Cumberbatch. Familiar with his work as the very odd yet intense
Sherlock Holmes, he somehow endeared me to the character whom I've
always found well...boring. His Sherlock Holmes on the other hand
was complicated, intense, genius and ADD with a bit of Autism thrown
in for good measure. So before seeing ST: Into Darkness, I knew
Benny could pull off the role as a baddy.
But when I saw him on
screen and heard that deep base vocal timbre, I was like---Dayum.
His ability to stand, be silent and command your obedience made me
well freakin' scared. I was like don't they have mental hospitals
for people like you? But the more, I saw him and learned about why
he did what he did and the passion behind his resolve—not to
mention his incredibly taut muscles...I felt like Morticia Addams
tied to the bed staring with love in her eyes at her beloved Gomez...
“You you were unhinged...like some desperate demon....You
frightened me. Do it again.”
And knowing Benedict's
Khan, he would. Over and over and over again. I am Khan's slave.
Clare Dargin is an author of
Erotic and Paranormal Romance. Her latest novel Cold Warriors is
available now at Amazon.com. The sequel Ice and Peace will be out soon.
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