My wife and I went to Interstellar tonight. It was our first date since the birth of our daughter, and we wanted it to be good. We saw it in IMAX.
As we walked out, I didn't say a word. I listened to the artists and film buffs say they didn't like it, despite how visually stunning it was, and the men in Carhartt jackets say it was the worst movie they'd ever seen. The guys with their barely-grown Movember mustaches talked about the length and the scenes they would have cut. I bit my tongue.
I knew that what I saw wasn't about the visuals, though they were stunning. Nolan couldn't have cut scenes, despite the length. I walked away gutted, because I had just watched a man's entire life, beginning to end. He died and was reborn. He made mistakes and learned from them. Many movies draw me in, but few do it so well that I want to return and live inside the movie.
Interstellar is as cathartic as they come. If you're going to watch it, open your eyes, open your ears, and find an IMAX theater.