For all the striking visuals found throughout Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar, I couldn’t help but walk away thinking how lazy the whole 168-minute affair had been. Nolan spends a significant amount of time cribbing from Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, but unsurprisingly, he’s only concerned with stealing surface elements. The characters, when they’re not busy sounding like two textbooks talking to each other, are given only the most sentimental motivations to move forward, but never come close to tapping into the deeper truths about humanity. The pacing is horrible (especially horrific when Matthew McConaughey’s character says goodbye to his daughter and the next shot is him being shot into space), the dialogue is laughably bad, and the filmmakers overestimate the audience’s desire to know the intricacies of quantum mechanics instead of, say, focusing on making the plot interesting. Director Christopher Nolan talks a good game about the science and preparation behind Interstellar but the followthrough is too clinical and self-absorbed to make an honest connection with anyone.