Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey is arguably one of the most influential films of all time, setting the tone for the space-opera genre and its presence can still be felt today in films such as Wall-E. I finally got around to watching it today, and I was stunned by the craftsmanship and artistic vision of Kubrick, how he boldly portrayed the narrative of the history of the human race in a brief 141 minutes of art. The understated complexities of 2001: A Space Odyssey continue to provoke the thoughts of aspiring poets, philosophers, and filmmakers alike, and the breadth of the literature of interpretations of this film reaching biblical proportions, both figuratively and quite literally. Despite being more than forty years old, 2001: A Space Odyssey continues to occupy a space on the upper echelons of the cinematic pantheon and it remains a sweeping allegory of the past, present, and future of humanity. It is indeed a truly artistic movie worthy of any critic’s praise.
On a completely unrelated note, I absolutely despise pretentiously artistic movies that critics fawn over.