Skipping haiku for some thoughts:

1) J.J. Abrams has no sense of poetry.

2) That Orci-Kurtzman-Lindelof trifecta is a bloody pox.

3) The propagandistic undercurrent of this thing—with its shameless (and mostly harmless) jihadist imagery, muddled pro-interventionist leanings, and end-credits dedication to our post-9/11 military—is an absolute perversion of Star Trek's inherent idealism.

4) The cribs from Wrath of Khan—and, hoo-boy, are there many—are the ultimate in fan-service wankery.

5) The performances (especially Cumberbatch and Quinto) are terrific, which makes…