I am totally geeked out for this movie. Even the One Tree Hill-like Kirk doesn't bother me-- I mean, he's supposed to grow up to be Shatner, so it's not like over-emotive melodrama isn't a logical acting choice.
I like, I don't like: this is of no importance to anyone; this, apparently, has no meaning. And yet all this means: my body is not the same as yours. Hence, in this anarchic foam of tastes and distastes, a kind of listless blur, gradually appears the figure of a bodily enigma, requiring complicity or irritation. Here begins the intimidation of the body, which obliges others to endure me liberally, to remain silent and polite confronted by pleasures or rejections which they do not share.--Roland Barthes