A very wise man once said, “The power of love is a curious thing. Makes one man weep, makes another man sing. Changes a hawk into a lily-white dove. More than a feeling: that’s the power of love.” Christopher Nolan is a filmmaker who would agree with this philosopher. As early as 2000’s Memento, Nolan’s films have featured main characters driven by a love that has been lost. Whether it is Bruce Wayne’s deceased parents in Batman Begins, Robert Angier’s deceased wife in The Prestige, or Bruce Wayne’s deceased girlfriend in The Dark Knight Rises – these men are driven by their love. In his new film Interstellar Nolan examines the power of an extant love.
I’m still trying to watch a new movie everyday. I keep track on them on letterboxd (http://letterboxd.com/stevencohen/films/diary/), which everyone should be using (because we all have the almost-pathological need to keep lists, right?). Nothing good really comes out in the early part of the year, so I’ve been going to Netflix a lot more to watch some of the weird stuff on there. Christopher Nolan’s first feature, Following, has been on “My List” since the days it was called “My Queue.” Tonight, I finally sat down and watched it.