I still don't get this movie. It starts off strong and all the space stuff is interesting, so I sit through it all waiting for some mind-blowing Nolan ending, but that's where this movie falls apart. The ending. It's like he was working up to something big, but in his pretentiously cerebral plotlines, he couldn't figure it out, so he threw some shit together about bookcase time dimensions and hoped we'd swallow it.

Some bullshit about love being the answer, even though the wormholes are so paradoxical in origin. Some basic John Connor/chicken or the egg stuff right there. As long as the characters know what they're talking about, the audience is supposed to accept it is smart people talk. If Matt Damon says it's science, it must be science!

(Wormholes + Gravity) / Love = this movie. I don't hate it, but I don't like it.