Interstellar. Good. See it.

Seriously people this is a wonderful SF movie, go see it. It gave me all the feels that 2001 was supposed to induce but never did for me. Sit back and let it wash over you in all its quiet magnificence. (Yes, quiet. All the extereior space shots are silent except for the occasional musical cue. YAY SILENCE IN SPACE.)

I’d seen some suggestions that it is kinda mauldin, but honestly for me it earnt its way to tugging on my heartstrings; I cried at a couple of bits and didn’t feel used and manipulated the way I do when I’m watching a Disney feature mash down on my emotional buttons.

Also in the cinema bathroom afterwards I discovered that no, it’s not just me, automatic toilets flush in the space between getting the tissue over the seat and you putting your ass down for cisladies, too. There is no secret lore my mom failed to pass down to me about those things.

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