I wish I had more time to write this review. I wish I had more time in general, actually, and that's a fitting mood to be in to appreciate Christopher Nolan's new sci-fi flick Interstellar.
Let's back up for a second. I do not mean to imply anything dire when I saw "I wish I had more time." I mean, who doesn't wish they had more time? That seems like a fairly universal concern. And while I certainly do mean it in the existential sense, I'm referring more specifically to the fact that lately, I simply have not been able to make time for my various blogs.
This particular one has long gone underfed, but I feel the urge to put something -- anything -- down about the movie I just saw. Thing is, I've got to go to bed or risk getting way too little sleep for the first day on the job after receiving a promotion.
What's a blogger to do?
Answer: toss off something perfunctory.
But that's okay, because I'm not sure I could get into the many feelings I have about Interstellar without delving too deep into plot. I have zero intention of spoiling anything, so rest easy knowing that this won't be that sort of review.