To make matters worse, it was a terrible movie.
It had been over 10 years since the original series was cancelled, but it was never far from fanboys' memory, with the Saturday morning cartoon, a series of tie-in novels, and conventions every year since 1972. They wanted to see the Enterprise, and the beloved bridge crew (Kirk, Spock, Uhura, Chekhov, Sulu, McCoy, and Scotty) on a big screen. It didn't matter how.
Then Kirk was reunited with his old crewmates, in spiffy new uniforms, and the fanboys in the audience could barely contain their joy.
In other words, the Star Trek episode "The Changeling," bloated to fill 30 hours, or however long the movie lasted, and bolstered with a heterosexist fade-out kiss.
No beefcake. Stephen Collins was rather handsome, but never shirtless. At least the Star Fleet uniforms were somewhat revealing.
We should have gone to see Roy Scheider in All that Jazz instead. Or Richard Benjamin in Scavenger Hunt. Or Wesley Eure in CHOMPS.