In the film's final moments, as Hirayama drives with tears streaming down his face, a subtle play of shadows unfolds. I felt the movie nearing its end, lacking a climax or a thrilling plot twist. A hollow emptiness settled in my chest—a feeling much like the movie itself: a quiet descent, without fanfare. I whispered to myself, "Wait! This can't be it. There has to be more."
But perhaps that's the genius of this film. It serves as a haunting…
Couldn’t really give it a fair rating since I passed out during the movie, but by some divine intervention, I woke up just in time to see Lily-Rose Depp do the “🤪” face— ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (-2 stars, though, because seriously, what was that mustache? 😖)
Oh yeah, didn’t really care about the movie anyway— it was all over the place hahah
Someone recommended this to me, knowing how much I love astrophysics, and he was right—I did. Thank you :) :) :) :)
Films like this remind us of the quiet miracle of existence—that we are privileged to feel, to dream, to witness something so vast and deeply soul-stirring. That something so much greater than us can make us feel both impossibly small and yet infinite. I am grateful to have lived in a time when I could experience this masterpiece again on the big screen.
It’s true what they say: through movies, we live countless lifetimes. And Interstellar made me feel as though I had just lived 200 years more.
