How important is it to see in theatres something I have watched countless times on television? I can close my eyes and picture the scenes in my head. In fact I have. As a kid I would invent new episodes, played in my mind for my own amusement. Of course, none of these were in high definition; none of these were on the big screen.
How important? Very. Important enough for me to cancel all my other Monday commitments. Important enough to do laundry for the specific purpose of washing my Star Trek shirt. But, for some reason, not important enough to enlist the help of a babysitter. Yes, I made the mistake of bringing my children. To be fair, I wanted them to come. I wanted to share this thing I love with them. I wanted my offspring to experience the awesomeness that is Star Trek.
The show began with a behind the scenes look at how the show was remastered, how they had to go through warehouses of film footage to find the scenes needed to recut the show. I drank it all in, while William whispered "When's the show actually going to start?"
William seemed interested in the first episode, watching wide-eyed as the Enterprise sped to the edge of the universe, pointing out the Traveler's chubby fingers. Though while the second episode played he was preoccupied with his "hunger". Adam eventually bought the kids some candy, and William pouted because this was rationed, and we didn't let them have the entire bag.
Jadzia didn't even pretend to pay attention. Though she was quite good at pretending to be a cat. She also spent a great deal of time fiddling with her broken arm rest, hunting for bits of stale popcorn on the floor, and finding creative ways to position herself in her seat. She had three bathroom breaks during the show. Her brother had one. My husband and I took turns escorting.
William wore light up sandles, which bathed the theatre in flickering light whenever he kicked the chair. I took them off, but we kept accidentally jostling them anyway. And, of course, he needed to put them on to visit the washroom.
I've seen the show enough times that I wasn't worried about catching plot points, though during one washroom break I missed most of the completely redone 3D rendering of the crystalline entity. Also I got pee on my Star Trek shirt.
If you've ever been annoyed by young children in the theatre, take solace in knowing that they are annoying their parents 100 times more. And sadly, I now have to spend $700 buying the complete Next Generation series remastered on blu-ray.