I’ve been watching plenty of Netflix lately (The Intouchables– fine, Django Unchained– do you like Tarantino?), but yesterday I went out and saw Christopher Nolan’s latest, Interstellar, and this (surprise!) is the one I have the most to talk about. Its trailers were kept very vague, though the gist is: Earth is dying out (think dust bowl in which all that can grow is corn), and humans need to find a new planet to inhabit. That’s all I can say without spoiling too much, but know that you spend time on Earth and in space and meet lots of different people.
The film is gorgeous, and there’s no doubt it is meant to be seen on the big screen; though let’s be honest, if I had this two hour and 49 minute film going in my living room, I’d press pause a lot. It’s long, and it feels long (in Earth years, anyway). Comparing it to another one of Nolan’s intended-to-blow-your-mind films, Inception, is unfair since both are very different in terms of plot; however, each is scored by Hans Zimmer (so every use of sound is phenomenal and intentional and submersive) and is intended to keep you guessing. The difference, in my opinion, is that Inception provided new information each scene and kept you wanting more, while Interstellar simply is. You hop from planet to planet and learn some solar system terminology, but you’re waiting for the end. Inception had you waiting for the next moment, which is much more powerful.
One of many things Nolan has a knack for is putting together an extraordinarily familiar cast and creating something that’s not bound for the worst, like New Years Eve. Nearly every actor featured is a famous one, from Matthew McConaughey to Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, Topher Grace, Matt Damon (who kills it), John Lithgow, Michael Caine, Casey Affleck… and it all makes sense. Not one feels out of place. My favorite character, though, would be Romilly (David Gyasi) who spoke to everyone as if they were an ill tempered child. It was very helpful when he explained things, like black holes.
I was told the movie “ended physicist-y,” and feared something way too scientific, when in reality it’s digestible and boils down to something more. Some even say McConaughey’s current Lincoln commercial serves as a spoiler (view at your own risk). But besides the corny conclusion (pun absolutely intended), I liked the film. I didn’t leave mind blown or pondering any large questions, but I do wonder A) Why leave your car and house windows open when you’re living in a perpetual dust storm?, and, most of all, B) Why the heck name your child Cooper Cooper?