Like a good portion of the nerd population of the United States I ventured out to take in the grand return of Star Trek. I’m not even going to attempt a non-hyperbole filled review, because it would be impossible for me to even attempt it.

Star Trek was phenomenal. JJ Abrams’ was able to do the seemingly impossible … he brought Trek back. Any trepidations about casting, alternate realities, and the look of the new Enterprise should be summarily dismissed. It was a fantastic way to start the summer movie season, and easily worth at least three trips to the multiplex.

What I absolutely loved … Karl Urban as Bones, the Kobayashi Maru test, the return of the mini-skirt, Kirk’s constant pursuit of women, scantily clad Orion cadets, Captain Pike’s snark and general badassery, and Leonard Fucking Nimoy back as Spock.

Immediately after leaving the theater, my Dad and I entered a discussion about where it ranked among all Trek films. He ranked this one above First Contact and even Wrath of Khan … I’m not sure if I can rank it that high just yet, but given time and repeated viewings it just may.