It seems to me someone out there has a song about a "pissy mystic," which pretty much sums up my attitude regarding the pop culture confections I've slowly stopped enjoying over the years. The various reincarnations of Star Trek are just one example. Lately the web has generously hosted the trailer for J.J. Abrams crack at franchise renewal. Gee willikers, Corky: loving slo-mo pan-shots of the U.S.S. Enterprise!! That oughtta inject a little life into the corpse .... no?
Judge for yourself here, but I say, no. Those loving, slo-mo pans have worn out their welcome with me, seeing as how they've become the substitute for the sort of genuine emotional interest that good writers, directors and actors invest in characters.