I am breaking the first rule of reviewers: Do not play cute with the movie title.
Sorry, but I can not help myself. There is nothing “stellar” about director Christopher Nolan’s new sci-fi film “Interstellar”. While Matthew McConaughey is grand and Jessica Chastain & Anne Hathaway very good,the screenplay is a mess of unmeshed, weightless ideas. I wish I had been in concert with The Fifth Dimension for the three hours instead of holding my ears against the insanely loud blast -off sequence, the both too dark yet too light cinematography, and the agog pacing that ended up with the answer is “love”.
This film does have it all in terms of the mad scientist, the physic ghost, the symbolic reliance on the past while pushing toward the future. Here a second hand on a wristwatch captures astro-physical data using Morse code. Quite a feat!
John Steinbeck’s “Grapes of Wrath” staging of Earth has the audience hear that we now “look to the dust of a dying Earth–and not at the stars and their possibilities”. The theme is we can no longer be underlings of our sun if we are to survive as a species. Ralph Waldo Emerson’s optimistic saw is turned into a directive,”When it is dark, men ‘need’ to see the stars”. A NASA Underground group,(underground since they are no longer government -funded) drafts Cooper ( McConaughey) to find the best of their outlier astronauts, who have been seeking new possible homes to save our species.
Moral dilemmas abound here. One introduces Matt Damon, who ludicrously does not even seem to acknowledge the woman who portends to love him. She ( Anne Hathaway) also seems to have forgotten the vibe in the quest of the greater good.
If you like abandoned children who finally reconcile, and worm-holes that open as if by divine promptings , and recitations of Dylan Thomas’ “Do not go gentle into the night” to the point of sickness ,Nolan’s film is for you.