Finally on my #HollywoodCinematicOverdoseBingeRelapseIRegretDoingThisWeekend was: “Interstellar”.
And to cap off this a smorgasbord binge, this film was the amphetamine cherry topping to that smack Sparks flick that had just dumbed me into a coma. My brain went from subdued to singularity implosion the moment I took the wormhole from the galaxy of RomDrama genre to quantum universes and such. That said, it’s the only movie I watched without having to pause and collect myself. I ran into its loving arms like the robot below and it, in turn, kept my attention the whole time.
(I kept thinking these moving robots were gonna go Hal on everyone; I still think that was the idea. Add in a few non-sentient suspects. I also kept thinking “why not have them carry the astronauts around quickly the whole time when they land on time-warp planet? To expedite things? Since every hour there is like, several earth years?” No excuse. You’ve had years in a floating bullet to come up with that time-shaver.)
So, yes. Great flick. Terrible flick, though, for pre-bedtime if your brain’s gotta penchant for existential self-sabotage after sunset. Equally terrible will be my attempt to make any sense to you in the following paragraphs if you’ve not yet seen it yourself. So, I suggest you do that first and report back to me. I’ll wait… So, if you’ve watched it you know it’s basically happening on some future dustbowl version of earth. MattMac’s the main character – a farmer and former space shuttle pilot (because the world needs more food than anything else after a level next Grapes of Wrath blight leaves everyone on a moribund planet). And all this is punctuated by “phenomena” happening in his daughter’s bedroom that she calls a “ghost” – books falling off the shelves and dust blowing in the window in specific patterns– respectively spelling out words and translating to morse code messages. Spoiler is this: MattMac is sending himself gravity-based messages from inside the black hole he’ll enter after following the dust-code to a map coordinate which is dystopian version of underground NASA.
He rejoins them at their urging.
He agrees to fly through a wormhole where habitable planets exist to save the world.
He gets lied to by the dudes saying they’ll bring them back.
Anne Hathaway is annoying.
That’s off topic.
But I had to add it somewhere.
So, right before pre-black hole Matt leaves, future him – unhappy with being stuck in a creepy, wobbly, limbo fifth dimension – sends the message “STAY” to himself and his daughter (so that he won’t end up in this place and never come home). His daughter read it and tries to get him to listen, but he’s all suited and booted for a hero’s journey and not having it. What I am wondering after, though, is this: They receive future-him’s morse code coordinates first. Future-him’s “STAY” message comes after that when past-him’s about to blast off to the stars. And we know he had to have sent both from within that black hole. So why would he bother sending the coordinates to NASA first when he knows he doesn’t want to end up there? I actually maybe should revisit this scene because I’m thinking maybe he sends the dust coordinates not chronologically after for earth – but chronologically for the black hole (since he can flip through time) after that “stay” message. Like he sent that when he first got into the weird dimension and thought “Holy Fugg, I’m in hell! Don’t come here, me!”. Ya know? But after that, he realized that whole “we’re it” thing and the importance of him staying there to maneuver gravity like some book wielding Patrick Swayze phantom from a spacetime singularity? So he flipped through the past all NVM,LOL, JK by sending the dirt coordinates? What that still can’t explain, though, is why – when the phenomena happening around the bookshelf were significant and interesting enough to lead him to NASA – why he’d suddenly go back to treating it like nothing just because he was leaving. Ignoring the “stay” message. Ignoring the books he watched fall as he left. On the other hand, it’s not totally unrealistic, I suppose. Everyone knows better than to try and cockblock a hero complex once it’s presented a quest.
The pull’s stronger than Gargantua itself. #moviereferences
Welp. This concludes this weekend’s Cin Binge.
As you can see, yet again my attempts to address my overactive brain merely fan the flames.
Next time, I’m just gonna watch porn through an EXIT bag.