butthead of the month
For all my love of movies, I'm hardly enamored of Hollywood. Wil Wheaton's fresh post on being snubbed on an invite to the premiere of the new Star Trek movie reminds me of something out of All About Eve or Sunset Boulevard. When Trek honcho Rick Berman told Wheaton that his secenes as Wesley Crusher had been snipped, Berman assured him that all was well and he would, of course, be at the premiere with the rest of the cast. At the time, Wheaton expressed his disappointment in a heartfelt by admirably mature manner. Now Wheaton learns--and from a third party yet!--that he'd been snubbed, and he's understandably hurt.
I just can't express my disgust in anything resembling polite language. (Update: Jen of Very Big Blog doesn't bother to restrain herself.) Frankly, I've never been happy with Berman's handling of the Trek franchise, mainly because he seems to consider it exactly that--a franchise, where it's more about product and marketing than quality. My interest in the various spinoffs has declined steadily: I watched Deep Space 9 for a while (I found the rediscovery of conflict as the dramatic impetus fascinating), Voyager for about a season and a half (it got boring in a hurry, and frankly the addition of Seven of Nine was so overtly T&A pandering as to extinguish any interest, even though I heard the episodes improved for a while), and the new Enterprise not at all. I was hardly burning with desire to see Nemesis, but this pretty much clinches it for me.
Of course, we're seeing The Two Towers, and on opening night, yet--a nigh-unprecedented occurrence.