“Interstellar” promises to be high end, brainy sci-fi with a lot of sentiment (judging from the trailers) and a trio of empathetic Oscar winners (McConaughey, Hathaway, Caine) bringing it all home.
And since it’s a Christopher “Inception” Nolan film, expectations for it are insanely high. We expect no less than an out-of-body experience. We expect Michael Caine to get choked up. We expect the space flight and space scenes to make “Gravity” red from embarrassment.
We expect it to be smart, with some heart. And “Dark Night” dark. “Memento” cryptic. Cautionary, about a planet in peril. Pity it’s coming out after Election Day.
And the studio, Paramount, is not showing it to critics until the Monday before its Wed. opening.
There’s something to be said for preserving the surprise, the magic of a film. But studios almost NEVER set out to do that when they hold a movie back this long. They don’t hide what they’re proud of.
A lot’s riding on it, expectations are a bear to contend with. And yet, the movie could use the buffering of glowing reviews. If indeed it is worthy of them.
The trailers don’t give enough away to make me swoon. How about you? I just started to wonder about the whole hold-it-to-the-last minute strategy, which smells more like “Da Vinci Code” than any “zero spoilers” impulse.
And for those a little light on their cinema history, here’s a reminder. John Ford and Hitchcock, Scorsese, Woody and David Lean all had their bad outings, movies that overreached or under-reached by pandering.
Nolan is may or may not be in their league, and he is overdue for a stumble.