This film was so far up its own arse that I started to smell it. Turns out sometime over the course of its 2h 49m runtime I had just s***myself.. .. It was Valentine 's Day 2016. In a fit of romanticism my girlfriend and I dragged the bedding and mattress into the living room, constructed a pillow fort, ordered a curry from the local Indian restaurant, and began to watch the film. The rest is rather hazy as the movie ground on in self indulgent earnest, fluttering from fairly interesting survival intergalactic space story to existential gravity communication time loop buggery. In what I assume was my bodies attempt to expel the drivel being poured into my sensory sense holes I s**** myself. All in all a good metaphor for Nolans attempt at Spielberg esque grandeur.