This is normally how it works:
I go see a movie (or film.)
I come home.
I write about said movie (or film.)
Interstellar for me was neither movie nor film.
From the opening scene, no scratch that…
At the first frame, I was there. There were no opening credits whatsoever; just the title and that was it. I was there. An hour removed from its three hour running time and I’m still there. This is a story of a terrifying real-world prediction that I often fear is closer to coming true than most of us would like to believe; and this is a story of what infinite lengths we go through to try to save ourselves from our own self-inflicting demise.
Our planet is dying. It’s rotting away because of… well pick your poison. Literally.
I really don’t know what else to say…
For me, this wasn’t a movie. This wasn’t a film. This was a life-altering experience. One that I want to experience again. And again. And again.