This film is another film in a long line of films from Nolan, where all the substance is in the craft.

Nolan is not Spielberg, although he tries at times hard to emulate him. Spielberg, whose main weakness is simplicity of human emotion and stubborn inability to explore the gray areas of the human condition, is both a great technician and has a strong grasp of film making essentials, such as pacing/character development/connecting with the audience/communicating his vision...

Nolan generally lacks in all these skills. He's a great craftsman, but he has no idea what the hell his own film is about. There's no vision in this film. No perspective. No character development. No connection with the audience. The pacing is bordering on amateurish; he speeds up when he should be slowing down, and slows down when he should be increasing the pace or maintaining the pace.

These film making nuances fly over Nolan's silly, endlessly pretentious head.

He thinks putting in a ludicrous, nonsensical and blatantly pseudo-scientific twist at the end will save this schlock from mediocrity.

It doesn't. I found myself sighing and rolling my eyes and shaking my head.

This film, when all is said and done, is another missed opportunity to create something truly inspiring; epic even.

This was not a film to give to a master craftsman. It's a shame Spielberg passed this on, because in more capable hands this could have been a masterpiece.

Instead, it's just a technically proficient hollow shell of a movie that has already been forgotten by most.

This will not become the classic that Nolan dreamed it would. 2001: A Space Odyssey this is not.

Not even close.