Love it or hate it?
I saw Interstellar last night and read impressions on the internet this morning that ran the gamut from people who absolutely hated the movie and thought it was the worst garbage they’d ever seen to those who were wildly enthusiastic. Then there was the majority, more or less in the middle, who saw both flaws and brilliance, the good and the bad. While my wife falls into the first grouping, I’m in the upper range of the middle category. Jan hated it and was bored throughout; I liked it despite many flaws.
One thing that signals a good work of fiction for me—a movie, a novel, a short story—is what it does to you the next morning (as I sit here pondering it). Does it have legs? Does it walk around in your head, making you wonder what this or that was about? Does it…
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