If you’ve decided to watch a film about Blake Lively fighting off a giant shark, there’s little to be disappointed with herein.
This film may prematurely age you, through the power of special cinematic relativity.
Interstellar will whip you back and forth between “That’s kind of neato” and “What the–? This is absurd,” so often you won’t know what to think. Maybe that’s the plan.
The mid-80’s were the Golden Age of movie comedies and we didn’t even realize it.
All I want is one lousy priceless diamond of international significance. Is that too much to ask?