I just walked out of Interstellar and felt like I had nothing to say. So, ironically, here I am writing about it.
Some of the best film experiences I’ve ever had took me on a journey of emotions – then left me hanging at one. Be it hope or despair or pure inspiration, I walk out of that cinema feeling somehow changed by what I saw.
With Interstellar I left the cinema in the same state I’d walked in, and since it’s one of the most beautifully made films I’ve ever seen – with great acting, incredible special effects, a solid and very interesting story topped off with the perfect soundtrack – that’s definitely not what I expected.
Because this was a film that took me on a full gamut of emotions. It had me on the absolute edge of my seat, gasping and crying and in pure awe at the journey I’d been witness to. Then all of it was wrapped up nicely, no loose strings, a bow stuck on top, and I was sent on my way.
For all those feelings this film evokes – and it most certainly evokes a lot of them – they are self contained. It’s left me feeling nothing in particular having experienced them.
Except perhaps a curiosity that I may have missed something.