Interstellar - A common man's review

Interstellar.. is a creative visualization of combination of many existing concepts,futuristic ideas and highly imaginative but wild thoughts..to start with the movie is entertaining and at the same time makes one think a lot. Screenplay is crafted well and editing is amazing. Concept of gravity has been explored in a fantastic way. Highly appreciable special effects, background score and use f silence(clearly adopted from movie gravity). In the 2 hr 50 min movie one wont find a boring shot. But space/universe is a colossal canvas  mostly unexplored nd so which when picturized demands utmost care. Although the movie doesn't venture into the details of space travel and merely grazes the surface, there are directorial loopholes which may surface as vacuum spaces in the minds of average audience. General human tendency to resist accepting new concepts which contradict the existing may lead to indigestion of the director's theoretical explanations. Although I don't intend to reveal the story line, a very ancient Indian concept f 'Aham brahmasmi' rang a bell somewhere in the movie. It is like viewing a seed like a huge tree indirectly conveying that I contain this universe. The narrow mindedness/ignorance of man to view the world in 3 dimensions has also been questioned. Time, gravity and love have key roles in the movie although the blend could have been slightly better. Great thoughts and even greater movie..but definitely not a class apart like other Nolan movies.. All in all the movie can be given a 7.6 on 10. In brief, Interstellar is a movie which has the capability to convey to the confused audience tat their state f confusion might be because of their inability to completely perceive what the director intended to express and thereby masking the possibility that it might actually be the directors ability to deliberately confuse them.. 

My travel notes...contd..

I know, memories fade away with time, like a sand sculpture made on a beach. I have very little time to follow my memory lane to the minutest detail. Every passing day, my mind is like a village hit by a cyclone – forced back to where it all began. The effort to think also doubles. And so with least delay, here I start again.

I opened my eyes as the huge analog clock had rung three times in symphony. As I looked at it, the needles stood in a perfect disciplined right angle.  Vipin was sitting at the chair next to my feet, earphones plugged to his ear, listening to his favorite tunes. The speaker at the top left corner sprung into action, virtually screaming a familiar three toner, a pre cursor to a railway announcement. Our train was expected to arrive in the next 5 min.  The rather gloomy waiting room saw some movement as people who had occupied it like refugees began straightening up, to move to platform no 5, for catching the much awaited and late running train. A distant hoot accompanied bt the approaching flash light seem to lighten up the dull faces, and within no time, the roaring locomotive stopped with a metallic screech in front of us, like a tamed elephant waiting for its master to board,  with its knees bent. Thanks to the efficiency of the loco pilot, the coach, bearing the seats allotted to us, stopped exactly in its assigned place.

With battery running critically low + no charger at hand,  I pause my thoughts for today.

...to be continued