Interstellar, a review


I was pleasantly surprised by this gem from Nolan in the vein of 2001 Space Odyssey and The Fountain, delving into the outer limits of our celestial knowledge. It might not be Nolan’s most polished work from a scripting standpoint, but it moved along at a regular pace and kept me interested. I was particularly drawn to the exploration of various new planets, particularly thrilled by the visual display of each. I felt as though there were intriguing discoveries to be found if only the movie had been a miniseries and had time to find them. The cast was superb, with almost every supporting role filled by top notch big names performing their best. In fact, I think it is the cast who propel this movie forward the most, advancing the plot more than the actual plot does. I tend to think this to be as a movie should be. The robots were brilliantly designed in that they were built into the story’s grain without fanfare, playing as much a comic relief role as can be expected in a Nolan film. The tie-ins were intriguing if not quite as well processed as, say, Inception. The heartfelt moments were genuine and touching without allowing for any sap. The visuals were rapturous. Most of all the ending left me wanting more in a good way, as though I could easily see the story continue down further pioneering routes. On the other hand, I had no problem with the ending and felt satisfied.

There were a couple of one liner tag lines built into the dialog that seemed a bit contrived, as though they were present for the sole purpose of being in the trailer. I don’t really like the line about how we were born on earth but never meant to die here. The reason I don’t like it is that it doesn’t seem to fit the ethos of the movie. Why were we not meant to die here? What was the preordained goal to move on from Earth? If that was the theme, it wasnt captured by the actual film. A better one might have been “The human race has always been instilled with an explorer spirit. It is the only thing that can save us.” This brings me to my last caveat to totally enjoying the story.

The one thing that was disheartening, though admittedly subtle, was the idea that we are our own guiding force. In essence, we are literally our own gods. I will not explain further lest i spoil the movie, but as a Christian I would love to see a space movie from a Christian perspective, exploring this great universe from a Biblical worldview. But again, this underlying theme that we guide ourselves as gods is so subtle it might not even be intentional. From a humanist perspective it makes brilliant, though far fetched, sense and helps to explain etherial guidiance from an athiest understanding.

Nolan is not a preacher of his personal beliefs by any means, and I appreciate that he is not one to blatantly lecture us on any topic. I also appreciate that he did not succumb to a story of the future perils of global warming. He took his own route for the end of the world and it works much better than climate change alarmism.

Overall I give it 4 wormholes to great storytelling.



Also known as “the subtle suppression of sarcasm”

I recently wrote a tweet which stated that the pro-choice view concerning when life begins boils down to “life begins whenever the woman decides it does.” I used #prochoice as a tag because i rather arogantly sought to teach those pro choicers how rediculous thier veiw is. When I ended up with a “favorite” from a flaming liberal who thought I was seriously touting that belief I was immediately unnerved. My knee jerk reaction being to want to immediately set the record straight as well explain to this self proclaimed vegan, animal rights, nature rights, woman rights activist that she is obtuse for not picking up on my sarcastic tone when she considers herself so sensitive to others. All I ended up saying to her was “no fetus rights?” To which her only reply was “?” Obviously she was as perplexed as I was over the initial misunderstanding and now thoroughly confused that I would suggest a fetus has rights after stating that a baby isn’t a baby until a woman bestows life upon it with her magic fallopian tube. To people like her “fetus rights” is as rediculous as saying “uterus rights.” To them, a fetus is simply an extension of the woman’s body; an organ that happens to make a woman’s stomach enlarge, makes her have to pee more, and sometimes causes her to puke in the mornings.

So this is the disconnect in society: that scornful sarcasm to one is unadulterated truth to another. This is the polarization that we face. Like the north and south pole, we come from the same type of place and yet are as removed from each other as possible while still being on the same planet. Is there no common ground? I would suggest that no, there is not. We could meet at the equator, but then we would both be in a place far from our beliefs. I could travel to the other pole to stand on their set of presuppositions, but that would mean giving up my own.

Have our foundational viewpoints always been so far apart? I would suggest that when this country was founded, it was founded on basic tenants that most everyone agreed with. I would hazard a guess that, like the second law of thermodynamics, society tends toward gradual extremism. I can’t imagine an early president siding with and being friendly with countries which openly seek to destroy us. Yet now we have a president who cannot fathom international dealings in which America stands up for itself.

The disconnect is obvious. The solution is not. We cannot simply compromise for the sake of agreeing, but make determined trek toward truth. That sounds too idealistic to be attained doesn’t it? What I mean is that the solution, radical as it seems to many in this age of humanist ideals, is to strive to align ourselves with the principles of the universe as set forth by the creator of that universe. The solution is to return not to the principles of the founding fathers but the the principles of the actual foundation of all life. In doing so we will be able to re tune ourselves to the Symphony of Creation. We will be able to feel the pulse of goodness and distinguish it from the pulseless necromancy of rotted flesh. We do not have to consider wandering zombies of fantastical beliefs to be the new norm; not even if we call it science and say all the cool kids are doing it.

Watch out, I’m revving up into over the top eloquence now …

As it is, we have set up trailer park foundations in further and further concentric rings around the truth, forgetting altogether what it was like living in moral mansions. Then, like John Wayne, we draw our wagons in a circle and defend to the death the skanky views of the Millennial mindset. We are so much trailor trash getting our cheap Walmart ideas at discount prices while the good stuff now called garbage gathers dust on piles marked “antiquated.”