Star Trek III: The Search For Spock – Film Review

Hey Friend,

William Shatner can be too much, but say what you will about his “theatrics”—he makes every emotional beat iconic. In this film, on multiple occasions, he does not fail to deliver. Definitely my favorite… captain.

“Star Trek III: The Search for Spock” is like a forty-something stripper with a C-section scar and some stretch marks.

She comes out to James Horner’s music, dancing on a Klingon bridge set.

Picture this on a 70-millimeter lens with a matte painting of the Vulcan sunset behind her. Maybe throw in some light green body paint… Oh la-la…

In the beginning, she’s a little slow, warming up the joints. But then, she squats like a twenty-year-old, turns her ass up in the air, and touches her toes…

The money flies out, warp nine, as her breasts clap for the generosity.

I’ve gone broke going to see her. And after I earn more, I’m coming back.

I’m a minimalist, and I definitely want to own her, but in this analogy, ownership would be akin to slavery. So, upon the latest viewing, I’d very much like to own the whole motion picture set.

I mean, what says more about a film than wanting to watch it again?

It’s not the best of Trek, but it’s great Trek, worth it, all the way… Spock!

FIVE Toilet Paper Rolls out of SIX

Author: Max Jaw

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