So, my husband and I finally got to go see the movie. It was a Sunday morning matinee and while everybody else was either sitting around sipping espresso’s and reading the Sunday paper and having croissants or emerging from church, or hiding from the kids under the covers while the breakfasts of champions were being consumed with spilt milk and dogs happily licking up what dribbled off the table, we sat in a theater, the only two, with our own private showing of Interstellar.
and the actors lent true credibility to the story, even though McConaughey’s favorite expression is a kissy moue, his acting lent to the believability of the picture. Now, I know that Hans Zimmer has some huge music creds behind his name, and that my hubby and I were sitting in an empty theater, and we’re old farts, but my biggest complaint is that the music over ran dialogue (a huge irritation to me) and the special effects were so loud that I had physical pain from them.
My husband, on the other hand, kept breaking in on important points and saying things like “They can’t do that, the radiation would burn them to crisp by now!” in an indignant tone of voice. He had a fit when McConaughey lost his ship half way through the black hole and totally missed the point about consciousness, coherence and love that the movie was trying to make.
Which brings me to my favorite subject: CONSCIOUSNESS. This movie almost tries to take on too many salient points all at once in an effort to link everything to one point. That is; our consciousness is a quantum crossing point between love (attraction – gravity) and manifestation (walking around in 3D). They show the positive and negative ways of looking at the dissolution of the earth as a home, the reaction of helplessness that a mind can feel that refuses to open its self to other alternatives, like the effect love has on physical experience. This is where your quasi villains come in. I say quasi because you can’t really fault them, they are reacting to only a small subset of knowledge. They even tackle the ‘humanity is too self-centered to look at its real situation without turning into foaming at the mouth raving idiots’. The writing at this point is very reminiscent of the science fiction genre’s 1980’s and 1990’s identification with the underdog, in an attempt to get into their heads and understand, lovingly, why they were drawn to be villains in the first place. (Fred Pol comes to mind). And, because they do, just like in life, the Hero is forced into an action that ultimately brings him to a shatteringly new way of perceiving life. They even made the sacrifice of two very likeable robot marines with great personalities a sad thing, because a sacrifice is only a sacrifice when love is involved.
The biggest point that is made is about love and our capacity to feel it in all of its permutations, both ugly and beautiful, and they make it the magical turning point of the whole movie. This is where my hubby, bless his scientific-you-can’t-do-that-mind, had a hard time realizing that consciousness is the underlying fabric of existence and that love is the power behind it all. (which almost makes this a nerdy chick flick, if you ask me)
They did try to get around that gaff by calling love the only quantifiable energy in the universe capable of making location in any space-time position possible which they called into use with their version of a tesseract, kinda cool.
So the biggest point, to me, that this movie made was that, Consciousness is the underlying field of manifestation, and love is the glue that makes it all work.
Bravo! Even though my ears will never be the same…..