As there was nothing much of interest happening last night, and I was pretty much done on the training material I had to write, I decided to settle in with a nice meal and a movie. Interstellar had just come out on Blu Ray, and I had some steak and a bottle of Aussie Shiraz for the holiday.

I’m glad I had some really good wine. I hadn’t quite understood the people who had said they had walked out after about half an hour when they saw the film in the cinema. Now I do.

Remember that bit at the end of Contact where it goes all woo-woo and mystical. Interstellar is like that. For. Three. Fucking. Hours.

Look, if I want a totally daft movie then at least give me one that is beautiful to look at, doesn’t try to pretend it makes sense, and has space vampire and jet boots. OK?

Of course there’s still three hours of extras to watch yet. It may be that Interstellar, like the Hobbitses, is far more interesting in the making than in the viewing. Then again, some of the extra promise to explain the “science” behind the film…