David on Interstellar

Standing as perhaps one of the most intelligent and gifted filmmakers of our day, Christopher Nolan summoned all of this skills for what might be considered his masterwork. But the truth of it is, greatness is earned, not inherent. While Interstellar is arguably a great film, the measure of its worth lies in the hands of the audience. I'll confess that I really, really wanted to love Interstellar. From everything I'd read about it, I was certain it would quickly rise to my top five. But as great as it is, it fell short.

Interstellar suffers greatest, perhaps, for its evident attempt at achieving it; the film cries out, "Love me, respect me, revere me, for I am greatness incarnate!" Well, it's not quite that obvious, but there's still an undercurrent of overachievement. Every frame is an artfully-framed photograph. Every line of meticulously constructed dialog is delivered with excruciating conviction. Every effect is doted upon so that we may revel in the care and craftsmanship that went into them. Most significantly, though, the weighty philosophical messages are pondered so deeply that they threaten to create a black hole and suck us all down into oblivion.

I won't deny that I still loved InterstellarI simply didn't love it as much as I'd hoped I would, or Nolan seemingly expected me to.

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