I took my sons to see Interstellar for Veteran’s Day. If you have seen the preview, then you know the premise: the earth is dying, along with the humans that inhabit it. Mathew Lincoln McConaughey and Anne Fantine Hathaway team up and jump into a space ship to go search for a suitable new planet. You wouldn’t guess it from the preview, but a lot of crazy manipulation of time and dimension goes down during this movie. The audience experiences black holes, worm holes, plot holes, and – of course -- ghosts.
During all this banter with the space-time continuum, I started to think about…well…time. And right as an interstellar tsunami is about to pound Anne and Matt’s space shuttle during a 23 year time-squandering sequence, I blurted out “Geez, sweet peas!”
Luckily the film was very loud, so my Tourettes moment went unnoticed. But my thought process was roughly as follows: