until we close our eyes for good
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Remember last week when TIME magazine published that article calling millennials “lazy, entitled narcissists who still live with their parents”? Well, I’m one of the few people who read the article and it’s not that bad. Watch the video and find out why. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!
“A quarter of a century after Lt Uhura boldly went where no African American had gone before, her protogee returned the favor. Before blasting into orbit aboard the Endeavour in 1992, Dr Mae Jemison, the first woman of color in space, called actress Nichelle Nichols to thank her for the inspiration. And then she made a promise.
Despite NASA’s rigid protocol, Jemison would begin each shift with a salute that only a Trekkie could appreciate. “Hailing frequencies open,” she could be heard repeating throughout the eight day mission.”
WARNING, SPOILERS AHEAD!
OK, so…I thought Cumberbatch was ferociously good in Star Trek Into Darkness, which I thought was a fantastic film. But I knew going in what his surprise identity was, and as soon as he said his name was Khan, I thought, “Nope. No way. I seriously don’t buy it.” I loved loved loved the movie and I think Cumberbatch is a brilliant actor, but…it’s like the only reason he was cast was to fake everyone out, to make people think he’s not Khan. (And there was at least one person in the audience of the screening I went to who had no idea until it was revealed, when we all heard this one guy say, “Woah!” It was terrific.) But while I can buy Benedict Cumberbatch as a brilliant, savage product of genetic engineering, there’s no way I buy him as Khan Noonien Singh. And I know there are brilliant actors with darker skin who could have played the character at least as well as Cumberbatch. It’s…extremely frustrating and disappointing.
My brother and I just got back from it — I needed to get out of the house or else I was going to go mental — and when he said his name was Khan, there were a few people in our audience who audibly gasped or murmured. Not a lot, mind you, not as many as I would have thought for such a large audience, but a few.
Afterward as we were leaving, I made a comment to my brother about how they picked “the whitest actor ever for a character whose name is Khan Noonien Singh, huh?” just out of curiosity as to his take on it. My brother, who is in no way the most socially conscious person I know, said, “I was thinking the same thing! He would have been an awesome villain if he were any other character in that universe, seriously.” It just strikes me as telling that even a guy like my brother — who doesn’t get into these discussions, who is at best a casual Star Trek fan — thought the casting was ill-advised for that specific character.
I heartily endorse this comic.