One advantage of having a 13-year old son is that you have an excuse to go see a summer blockbuster movie on the very first night it comes out.

I never did that as a kid, which is one reason I let my son (and his biggest ally in such guilty pleasures, my wife) talk me into it.

And boy, was it worth it. I love films, especially world class dramas, but there’s something extra special about a Hollywood popular movie that somehow turns fun into its own high art. The first Pirates of the Caribbean, the original Spiderman film (and to a lesser extent the third), and last summer’s Dark Knight all fit this bill.

Now you can add this Star Trek. Where exactly they found the energy, humor, and drive in this film I have no idea. How it plays gently, lovingly, and brilliantly off the original while at the same time channelling its own unique spirit and energy still has me doing a mental whistle each time I think about it.

This one will be a good old-fashion b-l-o-c-k-b-u-s-t-e-r at the box office. But don’t go see it for that reason. Go because it will make you happy that so many generations can enjoy a story for so many generations.