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So this week I couldn’t find the time to post, but last night I saw Interstellar and I want to talk about it.
Interstellar is a movie that is, at its heart, about survival, and the extreme lengths we are willing to go to do it. This is its thematic heart and backbone, but its soul is about exploration and wonder. And maybe it’s hard for the movie to reconcile these two subjects, along with its emphasis on a sort of transcendent love, but when I have spoken about what makes a work of art valuable in the past, one of the primary criteria I keep returning to is that it fulfills something for us that is rare or unique to the work. And though we might well criticize Interstellar for its metaphysical and thematic failings, I feel positively compelled to recommend it on the basis of instilling a sense of wonder, which is something I experience less and less in art recently.