So long as his Star Trek affiliation doesn't destroy the known universe, there's reason for optimism.
Marvel vs. DC; Bond vs. Bourne; Star Trek vs. Star Wars—there are some pop-cultural divides that are not meant to bridged. And yet here we are, with J.J. Abrams, whose second Trek movie is due out in May, now announced as the director of a new Star Wars film slated for 2015, the first of a trilogy under the umbrella of Disney, which acquired Lucasfilm last year. I cannot be alone in fearing a rift in the fabric of space/time.
Apart from that unfortunate possibility, though, is the Abrams-Star Wars marriage one to be feared or celebrated?
I suppose my initial response is, relative to what? Do I wish Disney had repaid the billions that Joss Whedon made the company with The Avengers by offering him this franchise? Sure I do. (Brad Bird or Alfonso Cuaron or Rian Johnson—whose names had also come up—would have been worthy choices too, and Darren Aronofsky, interesting, to say the least.) At the same time, we dodged a bullet with Zack Snyder (or perhaps not) and apparently Ben Affleck. (Nothing against the latter, but having made a good film about people making a bad, fake Star Wars ripoff is a decidedly peculiar qualification.)