Having suggested people not go shopping on Thanksgiving, I engaged in an annual Thanksgiving tradition at my house that makes me a bit hypocritical on the issue. I went to a movie.
When last my family congregated at my house, we all went to see Skyfall.
This evening we went to see Interstellar in IMAX. Luckily, the local movie theater had turned the sound down a bit. I took earplugs just in case.
In any event, I can’t remember ever leaving a movie and not knowing whether or not I liked it. I’ve come to the conclusion that I did like it. But I’ve also come to the conclusion that it fell short.
The movie is about a father, and that is important, who leaves his family behind to save the human race. Earth is dying and a mysterious worm hole has opened up near Saturn. The scientists, a skeptical bunch, are pretty damn sure the wormhole was opened and made stable by some higher being of some sort.
Thus the father leaves the children and goes away to explore the other side of the universe. I’ll leave it at that.
The movie does not have a lot of action. It is light on comedy. It is a drama of sorts, but more an arthouse flick made popular by Christopher Nolan. It’d be a buzzed about indie flick at Sundance otherwise and the special effects would be crap.
But I think I liked it.
I don’t recommend it for you though. Go see it you want to be made to think – about God and relativity and love and how Matt Damon turns a movie to crap the moment he shows up.
But this is where the movie falls short — it spends a lot of time exploring love and how love can transcend time and space. But why and where did it come from? The movie punts on that. It reaches for a higher power, but only finds us in some form pushing books off a shelf.
The music was awesome, the vistas impressive, the special effects great, the science for a sci-fi drama was surprisingly reasonable and the use of relativity helped drive the movie, but the pacing was too slow and the plot came up a bit short.
In the end, like my friend Ryan, I liked it, but I have no desire to ever see it again.