For a few month now, Carrie Fisher from Star Wars and William Shatner from Star Trek have been at each other’s throats. Shatner started it, then Fisher struck back by essentially calling Star Trek second-rate, but then Shatner got a little personal, bringing up Fisher’s weight. I guess that’s when George Takei, one of the world’s most glorious men and a man who has worked in both series, decided that he needed to defuse the situation.
Personally, I think George has a pretty solid point. After all, nobody’s going to back down in this fight and, well, Twilight IS really, really bad. What are your thoughts?
Remember earlier this last month when Carrie Fisher took William Shatner to task for a YouTube video he’d made? (Anyway, here it is again, and in it, Fisher presents a compelling argument that Star Wars was better than “Star Trek.”)
But now! William Shatner has struck back! In his response video, he teases Fisher for her recent weight loss. Then he argues that Star Wars only got by on its special effects, while “Star Trek” is more “hopeful.” Hmm!
The video is almost completely adorable, except for when Shatner insinuates that Fisher’s boobs are saggy, which is kind of a low (pun hardly intended!) blow. Still, Fisher’s last video was sorta asking for it.
Well? Who is winning this celebrity feud so far? (I love Fisher, but my money is all over Shatner.)
I admit that, lately, it’s been hard for me to look at Carrie Fisher directly: there is something so severe about her recent cosmetic enhancements. I don’t know. I guess she looks good? I guess? Maybe it just needs to “relax,” kind of like how a haircut doesn’t look good for a week or two.
Anyway, it’s a relief to know that the old bat is still in there somewhere. And here she is now, picking on poor William Shatner for no good reason. (Actually, that isn’t entirely true—she’s actually responding directly to a smack-talk video Shatner made in September.)
Carrie Fisher, insulting both Star Trek and William Shatner:
“Maybe they’re just, they’re ‘effects.’ They’re not called special effects.”
“Where do they go to? Klingon? It just sounds like a laundry detergent.”
“I have the metal bikini. By the way, Bill has borrowed it.”
“And he’s had a kidney stone, right?—get this!—that he sold for 75 thousand dollars. Now keep in mind, this is an item that one would have… it comes out of the person’s… what. Well, penis, ultimately! Yes! And that, to me, has never been something erotic. ‘Oh, is that out of William Shatner’s penis? Did it finally come out? Oh, great!’”
“Not that this is a big deal, but our merchandising is so much better. And my space buns—they’re so much better than Nimoy’s ears.”
In a fight between Star Wars and Star Trek, who would win? Weigh in!
I don’t sing the way Freddie Mercury sings “Bohemian Rhapsody,” but I’m an actor, and I love the spoken word. I love the musicality of the word and I love the rhythm of the word and so, in a way, speaking can become musical—iambic pentameter.
There’s a record that you might laugh at, but I don’t mean you to laugh at. But it’s on the edge. In fact, it’s so on the edge that some people will laugh at it, mock it.
Indeed, Mr. Shatner: some people will mock your cutting-edge record. Watch this.
How hard will William Shatner's new album suck?
The full Nightline video—which is totally delightful and yes yes I must be some sort of big jerk and I’ll probably buy Seeking Major Tom on iTunes out of sheer remorse—below:
So I finally watched the Roast of Charlie Sheen yesterday—it aired Monday night, yes, but I was busy—and I have to admit this Roast was pretty good. Not Bob Saget good, but then again, what is?
There was a real likelihood of the evening falling flat. How do you parody a parody? How do you make light of wife-beating? And who invites Mike Tyson to do stand-up, even? But the jokes were scathing, and the Roast bit to the quick. I’ve rolled my eyes at Charlie Sheen‘s recent I-Don’t-Have-a-Job Humble Pie Remorse Tour, and I don’t like him, but he sure did take his lumps like a champ. (Some critics are saying the jokes weren’t mean enough, but seriously, how many more jokes about Sheen ruining his kids’ lives did we really need?)