Kevin Bacon goes full on sleazy villain mode, Meryl Streep hits her peak physical condition (seriously, she’ll kick your ass), and David-Straithorn transforms from neebish Dad into Macgyveresque action hero in a movie that guarantees your money back if you’re not wet before things get wild.
Bumping it half a star on this rewatch but the ending continues to fall on its face for me -- Nolan marvelously suspends our disbelief during the eye-popping sequences in space and on foreign worlds -- but when Murphy goes back to the farm in the last act, the entire thing feels falsely manufactured to raise the stakes -- she goes from accusing her brother of pedicide, to burning down the family farm, to discovering a "broken" watch is communicating…
"You who saw it all, or saw flashes and fragments, take from us this example, try and get yourselves together, clean up your act, find your community, pick up on some kind of redemption of your own consciousness, become more mindful of your own friends, your own work, your own proper meditation, your own proper art, your own beauty. Go out and make it for your own eternity." ~ Allen Ginsberg
More interested in character and world building than narrative formal structure, the first half is a bit of a “slow-burn,” but this pop-corn flick with a heart of gold leads to a totally kickass payoff. The cast is undeniably good top to bottom, but the one who makes the most of the “Tarantino Treatment,” is Pitt. His Cliff Booth is instantly iconic— a bold, beautiful, sun-soaked badass— and a role Pitt was born to deliver.
Couldn’t shake the feeling this would make a great double feature with Inherent Vice.