In
the interest of updating my column at least yearly, I have decided to write some
stray thoughts on Interstellar. This
is less a review – because there is already an exhaustive supply – and more of
a call to arms for the film and Chris Nolan in general.
The
film has been polarising critics and audiences. Proponents generally praise the
epic scale, practical effects, and fairly consistent adherence to actual hard
science. Critics may call it bombastic, poorly scored, or ham-fisted.
While
none of these appraisals are incorrect, to call Interstellar failure as film (which some are doing) is wrong. I don’t
consider it a masterpiece and would probably place it at the tail end of Nolan’s
top 5 (after Memento, Inception, The Dark
Knight, and Insomnia, just barely edging out The Prestige). It cannot be called a failure.
The
film is grandiose, a true feat of production design. The acting is less the
spectacle here, but far from poor. Those people criticising the acting in this
film should see The Room or Grown Ups and then try to say “Anne
Hathaway, meh” with a straight face. More importantly, Interstellar grapples with lofty concepts, often metaphysical, which
are at the core of good SF. I will allow that Nolan sometimes lays it on
a bit thick, but do not understand how a bit of heavy-handedness turns this into
a one-to-two-star film.
I’m
willing to give Nolan a bit more rope than other directors because few, if any,
are making films like he is. Given all the people who bemoan the cookie-cutter
superhero franchise films, the bland CGI-fest pictures, the lifeless, interchangeable
teen fantasy flicks, and pointless reboots, one would think that more critics
would be lining up to defend Interstellar.
It is a hugely ambitious film from a director who delights in challenging his
audiences rather than belittling them. Although I have my
issues with Interstellar (mostly the last 20
minutes), I admire Nolan’s commitment to quality and to the film medium. Here
is one of the few remaining directors who is not a hired gun, not interested in
selling merchandise nor franchise rights, but in making art. He is able to
pursue these ambitions because he has taken big risks and they have largely
paid off. His movies make heaps of money, so studios (for now) are willing to
sign blank checks for him to keep creating, innovating, and pushing boundaries.
My
appeal is simple: go see this movie and his next movie and so on regardless of
a few killjoy critics. I realise this is a tad hypocritical coming from me, who
savaged TDKR two years ago, but chalk it up to being two years older and wiser
now. We are voting on the future of film with our dollars and, recently, the
drab, effects-laden blockbusters have been winning. Even if Interstellar isn’t your cup of tea, you
must still recognise Chris Nolan as one of the most important directors of his
generation and arguably the most vocal defender of film stock today. His
efforts may not always resonate with you personally, but they are always
valiant. As such, I feel a moral responsibility as a film-lover to see his work
in theatres and I encourage you to do the same.