I can remember a world without Star Wars, but not without Star Trek. And yet it’s George Lucas’ decade-younger franchise that seems decrepit and dead-ended, while the House That Gene Roddenberry Built emerges from this “reboot” faster, funnier, and freed of the shackles of its mythology—even as it draws playfully from the franchise’s many tributaries. Like the best of the Star Trek movies (basically The Wrath of Khan and First Contact), this boils down to a pirate movie in outer space, with a wily captain matching wits against a ruthless foe (here Eric Bana as an amusingly brutish renegade Romulan). But the movie, directed by J.J. Abrams from a refreshingly light-hearted script by Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman, shrewdly recognizes that our shared history with the characters has more punch than whatever villain the episode has cooked up this week. The real subject of interest is how a fatherless hothead (Chris Pine) and an emotionally throttled Vulcan half-breed (Zachary Quinto) transform into Capt. James T. Kirk and Spock—the origin story of the friendship that launched a thousand K/S zines, fan-fiction romances and playground debates. The movie’s heroics are corny and thrilling, and the makers’ background in meticulously plotted episodic TV pays off in the long stretches of character development; the subtle way the movie acclimates viewers to its world—like a peekaboo space-academy tower silhouetted faintly on the Iowa horizon—creates something like the wonder of discovery. The well-chosen cast includes Zoe Saldana as Uhura, Simon Pegg as Scotty, John Cho as Sulu and Karl Urban as a gruffly dissolute Bones; watch for Tyler Perry and the late Randy Pausch. — Jim Ridley