Interstellar -- 7.5/10 -- I'm a grumpy old fart instinctively biased against anything garnering lemming-like hype. That said, my date wanted to see this, so see this we did, and I decided the greater wisdom was to ditch the grump (iness), let go, and just enjoy the spectacle.
And Interstellar was indeed a spectacle! I wish I could have gone through a worm hole or a rabbit hole or plot hole or some sort of "physics as we presently know it defying" heretofore unknown interstice in the space/time fabric and come out 10 years old before entering the theater, because I'm sure I would have then given this movie an 11.
One of the problems with all sci-fi / futuristic movies is getting the science/physics right, so why complain/nit-pick too much, right?
Another problem with these kind of large-scope movies is crafting the small scale/human story so that it matches the power and scope of the special effects/gee-whiz-bang/imax enhanced, mmmmm, so sugary and addictive envelope . . . you know, what impels most of the viewing public to go see the damn thing in the first place.
Almost no one ever pulls this off. That's what great literature is for. Nuance and subtlety and painting the human condition so completely that you manage to encompass seeming contradictions into one challenging and thought-provoking whole generally takes about 700 pages, is what I'm saying.
With a movie, you've got 2 hours (ok, nearly 3) in which to do this, and, in this restricted time frame you also generally have to wrap it all up in a nice feel-good bow of an ending so that the movie-going public (they're cute but so emotionally vulnerable!) won't stumble out into the parking lot wanting to end themselves before they even reach their Prius.
It's November. It's cold and it's dark. You must think of the non-chronological children! Plus, you do want them to come back for your sequel, and multiplex parking-lot suicides have an abysmally low rate of retention.
My date, otoh, was gobsmacked and now wants to see this movie again so she can better absorb all of its intense philosophical depth. All I can say is that internet dating isn't all it's cracked up to be.
I'll shut the fuck up now.