Interstellar is Contact meets Signs meets 2001 meets Silent Runnings with a dash of American Experience during the Dust Bowl. I hope that M. Night Shylaman got some money from Nolan, who didn’t even rip off M.N.S.’ best work. It took almost 3 hours for the heavy-handed narrative to reveal what it took me less than 15 minutes to guess would happen. Pseudo science meets pseudo philosophy with a bunch of pablum about quantifiable love and the indomitable human will to survive and innovate. I may now hate Dylan Thomas. I think that having kids will help you like the movie because having daddy issues certainly didn’t. I think that if it doesn’t involve DC Comic villains or Memento, I shouldn’t see Christopher Nolan movies. He isn’t content to let his elementary school references go unnoticed, he has to hammer them home after highlighting and underlining them: time relativity, Murphy’s Law, etc. I just may watch too many movies to like Interstellar or Inception. I’m not saying that there weren’t sweet moments that made me teary eyed. At times, I found it beautiful, but I mainly thought Interstellar will look dated in the near future. If you must see it, see it on the big screen because if you see it on tv, you may not finish it with all the pausing and welcome distractions at home. Thank God that there was a good team of actors otherwise Interstellar would be unbearable-monologue after monologue. Still my favorite characters were the robots.