I don't know why there are so many gushing reviews of Interstellar here. Well that perplexed feeling looms over most of the contemporary movies I've watched this year. What this movie did, with its naked emotion and soaring music (some of it pretty good), is not convince me that Interstellar is a very good movie, but instead remind me of the genuinely great moments I've experienced watching other visual media. Interstellar was a conduit for me.

So till now no Nolan film has dethroned Memento as the best film of the director, IMHO. Interstellar elicited few thoughts from me. I was not moved by it. But I can appreciate some of the craftsmanship that went into its making. The film was like the stream of consciousness product of a boring and blunt mind. I was not compatible for this and 99% of movies, something worrying for me if I aspire to remain a cinephile. But like I said, I could appreciate the pacing and the fact that time flew by quickly, almost 3 hours of it. Gone, like that. If only I could be part of the smiling and awestruck majority of the fandom.

I think I speak for everybody when I say that nobody below the age of 10 didn't see the major twist - no other word for it - and didn't guess who the ghost was. OTOH, few people could have picked up on the importance of the watch. After that moment, when the movie was winding down, things began to look indecently glorious and silly. Too much of a happy ending, except for poor John Lithgow. The eureka moment was not one for the writing team. The concept of time travel is often smart when the time machine is not a machine. Of course, in storytelling jargon, a time machine is always a device! But this movie is very much a product of its period, and it seems geared up to be appreciated across several generations. I can't see Interstellar be waylaid by anonymity. But that's not praise from me, but simply facts. Cold hard facts, because I felt nothing. Hope this review has been useful to you.