I still love Interstellar

Unfortunately, Interstellar’s price has risen since I tweeted this last week. But it’s still a fantastic movie!

Christopher Nolan’s 2014 space epic seems custom-tailored for me. I’m a sucker for its core elements: parental conflict (and resolution. Space exploration). Mind-bending science. Terrific music.

Interstellar also serves up some controversial ideas about Love. Some reviewers faulted the movie for these threads, which they thought clashed with the “hard” science fiction backdrop.

Not me; I liked Interstellar’s peculiar hybrid of themes. The film asks questions that have haunted me for years: “Is there anything beyond the material world?” “Is there an objective reason to value self-sacrificial love?” “Is there another, truer story, beside ‘Nature, red in tooth and claw’?”

Interstellar is unequivocal, weaving its answer (“Yes!”) with amazing production values and a heart-wrenching story. What’s not to love? ◾

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The fine line between archaeology and grave-robbing

Construction excavations in Rennes, France recently uncovered several forgotten grave sites beneath the town’s convent. Among the dead was the well-preserved corpse of the “Lady of Brefeillac,” who died 350 years ago. Her body’s remarkable condition is being hailed as a spectacular archaeological find.

Here’s my question: at what point does exhuming a body cross over from desecration to legit archaeology? How many years have to pass until it’s okay to dig up someone’s remains and pick them apart? Most of us would probably object if historians unearthed our grandparents. What about your great-grandparents? Or great-greats? Is 100 years the safe benchmark? 200? 

Or is fame the important metric? Many Americans would grumble if Ben Franklin’s body were exhumed. What about an anonymous farmer from the same era?

Speaking of desecration, am I the only one who thinks the late Lady of Brefeillac looks like she’s made of delicious fried chicken?