Interstellar: Film Reviews #1

Cooper: I’m coming back…

Murph (crying): When?

                Knowing the general theme of the movie (saving the world and shit) one might wonder why I chose this particular quote off what I can only claim to be an honest opinion, for I could never consider myself worthy enough to put out an official article on the experience that is Interstellar. Anyway, the reason is this: all of its stars, and planets, and spaceships, and wormholes cannot cover up the fact that the center of this epic tale revolves around a normal, “down to earth” family’s struggle to hold on to each other despite the metaphorical or physical light years that stand between them.

                The story is set in the not-so-distant (or unlikely) future. Most of Earth’s resources have been used up and humanity is patiently waiting to die in the dirt (which is arguably a fate well deserved).  From the very beginning you get a strong sense of the overall “down to earth” atmosphere and tone of the movie. And yes, I am quite aware that I already used this phrase twice – it is no accident! No matter how deep into the galaxy the story sends poor ol’ Matthew McConaughey (fuck, they can spell in Texas), that feeling that everything happening in the film is in a strange way much closer to reality than to science fiction does not go away. This is on one hand due to the tremendous amount of thought that was put towards molding the script into a theoretical plausibility (to such an extent as to make an educated prediction of what a worm hole could actually look like), and on the other hand you have Nolan’s precious practical effects. And they are precious indeed. The green screen is down to almost zero – even the scene on the first planet had the enormous waves projected on huge screens in order to get a truly genuine performance out of the actors. Let’s face it, it’s just sad and honestly pathetic every time you see that picture of poor Gandalf sitting alone in a fucking green room in the opening scenes of the fucking Hobbit (you killed it, Peter, you fucking murdered it… greedy fuck). Thankfully, that is not the Nolan way, and that’s why you gotta love it!

                Needless to say, what makes this movie exceptional (beyond everything said up until now) is the performance. While reading on until the end, I would like you to imagine McConaughey’s face illuminated by a ray of heavenly light… beautiful, brilliant man. A surprise for me was that it was Jessica Chastain that stole quite a lot of the spotlight, especially when talking about her great scenes with Michael Cane (who makes you love him, then hate him with such ease that it’s ridiculous). I dare not speak of McConaughey’s talent as it is purely work of art and whatever I said would just tone it down. If anyone was left unmoved by the scene where he watches his kids’ videos for the first time – your heart is as black as the devil’s arse.  In other news: Casey Affleck is worthless and lifeless as usual. Oh, and Matt Damon is a floppy dick. Don’t mean to be and ass, but I just hate his fat sorry face… it’s a personal issue.

                What baffles me is the absolute lack of recognition for this masterpiece from the Academy (of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, trolls, I know this stuff!). Unforgivable. Hence forth, the Academy shall be renamed to the Cuntcademy.  

                But to end on a higher note – this could very well be the best movie I have ever seen. And if you are one of the five people alive yet to see this brilliant piece of cinema history – GO AND FUCKING WATCH IT! BEING IN ANTARCTICA IS NO EXCUSE! IT IS PROBABLY THE BEST MOVIE YOU WILL EVER SEE! (Until Nolan’s next project, come to think about it)
~G.