Interstellar: 10 Reasons It’s Nolan’s Worst Film

1. That Ending

Here's where the logic of the film goes haywire. It's ironic that one of the least Nolanesqe facets of the film is also the biggest problem of all - after two hours of explaining away what might come across as fantastical with real science, Cooper's descent into the black hole leads to a total reversal, in which Nolan for the first time allows his heart to rule his head. As Cooper enters the fifth dimension, he's informed by beings from the future that he was Murph's 'ghost' all along, leaving messages in Murphy's belongings in her room by using gravity. There is no universe in which gravity can transcend time and space. But even if it could, why would Coop rely on such a long shot in transmitting his message? Why leave the message for his daughter as a child rather than as an adult? Why not go back further and try to communicate with people before the world started to die? There's also the notion that Cooper would have had to communicate with himself from the future in order to set off the chain of events depicted in the film - but how did future Cooper get there in the first place to tell Cooper from the past to get there? Nolan seems to think he's raised a clever chicken and egg scenario, when really it's quite obvious in this case that one definitely did have to come first. Of course, much of the film is based on theory, but the entire ending just comes across as a ridiculous fantasy to neatly tie up the film. It's where Nolan's previously unseen sentimentalism, and where love transcending time and space, smashes the logic. Nolanites will defend the film to the end, claiming that what Nolan is TRYING to do is the same as him managing to do it. They'll cite the ambition, the intelligence, they might even claim the forgettable action sequences are something to write home about. But they'll have a hard time convincing themselves that an ending this shoddy is the best way to end Nolan's ninth - and worst - movie.
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