I'm about to commit heresy in certain circles. The new Star Trek left me ice-cold.
Last weekend Child #2 was my Friday night date. Dressed in an Avengers t-shirt, shorts and Crocs with a little bit of marker on his face he was, well, dressed like many other men in the audience.
We settled in for an epic adventure complete with popcorn, fruit snacks and water (cause I'm a mean, mean mom and always no to soda).
Child #2 was full attention on the screen the whole time, but I was somewhere else altogether...namely in Oakdale, which is the setting for the book I'm editing.
It was a welcome two and half hour time capsule that allowed me to work out the exact thing I was attempting to say at the end of one chapter. Every now and then I emerged from my thoughts long enough to note Klingons, explosions and women with tails.
Is it up to the movie or book to suck us in, even when we're dragging our feet or is it incumbent upon us to meet entertainment halfway?
My attention (and I'm sure yours as well) is fractured in hundreds of different ways. Because of all this breakage I need things to reach out and grab me. Glue me to my seat. Shake me. Forcefully demand my attention by saying "You! Over there! PAY ATTENTION."
The trick about this, because there's always a trick, is the thing that glues me to my seat isn't the thing that glues you or you or you to your seat.
There are a couple of take aways from this, the first being write what you love because you never know what's going to be seat glue. The second, is that throwing lots of plot gimmicks (the literary equivalent to Klingons and Tribbles) into a book is no guarantee you'll produce something of quality.
As for reviews, they're almost always going to be mixed.
Case in point, Child #2 said Star Trek was SO TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!
As for me, I'd probably need to see it again to give it a fair review, but fortunately I don't hang out with sadists so I think Kahn is safe from my wrath.