
It just suddenly hit me.
“Fuck!” I shouted at a New Orleans gas station while getting a bowl of delicious boiled peanuts, “maybe Harve Bennett did write a good screenplay!”
“Yes suh,” an old Cajun man said as he patted me on the back. “Ah Ben sayun tah fo 40 ye-ahs. Dat ol Harve Bennett a dat udder boy Nicholas Meyer sho re-vived dat der Star Trek wit The Wrath of Khan n The Search for Spock. Yessuh. Dat there turd movie is definy da bes un do. A’ve been waitin yeahs fo summon to say so.”
“The fuck did you just say?” I asked. “What are you? A stupid moron?! I’m talking about Star Trek. What would you know about that you fuckin hillbilly?!”
So anyway, my vacation was ruined because I couldn’t help think that maybe I was wrong. Maybe Harve Bennett didn’t write a bad screenplay for Star Trek III; maybe he wrote a pretty decent one. It has its flaws, sure. But then I remember Kirk surrendering to Kruge at the Battle of Genesis. This is a great scene on multiple levels: the Enterprise is being held together by duct tape when it goes into battle with a fully armed Klingon Bird of Prey. Naturally the Enterprise is knocked out. But instead of surrendering, Kirk attempts a bluff; and a pretty good one at that. Yet the ever intuitive and aggressive Kruge sees right through it. Moreover, the Klingon commander shoots down the high minded morality of the Federation and accuses Kirk and company of being the true aggressors with the development of the Genesis Device.
That last point might seem minor but it occurred to me that that might be the first time the Federation is criticized in Star Trek. What’s shocking is that the audience is sort of expected to agree with Kruge. But this is also a great scene when viewing the film as a character study of James T. Kirk. While Kirk faced his ultimate foe in the previous film, Khan doesn’t appear to be the space-faring tactical and strategic genius that Kruge is. No doubt Kirk made plenty of gambles (all of which paid off) throughout the series up to that point, but when Kruge calls his bluff, it felt like Kirk was finally beaten at his own game…perhaps for the first time ever.
So now that I got all that out of my system, my apologies to Harve Bennett (RIP). And I can finally enjoy bar hopping blind drunk across New Orleans.
