The Internet is a minefield of terrible grammar. Each week, Someecards' resident English teacher Matt Cheplic is here to clear the mines—or die trying.
Some people have remarked that Interstellar is difficult to follow. But if you don't scrutinize its intersection of astrophysics and metaphysics too closely, and if you accept that Matthew McConaughey just doesn't want to move his jaw while delivering most of his lines, the storytelling is pretty lucid for long stretches.
Which is more than I can say for this comment about the film by a disappointed, grammatically challenged Netflix user:
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I'm not sure the issue is relevant to a criticism of Interstellar, but I agree that it's a total waste to be a teetotaler; there is simply too much quality wine and beer out there to experience (and I'd add that a little buzz makes the visual effects sequences in the movie that much prettier). Yes, the spelling is way off, and there should be more words in that phrase, but I can't argue with the sentiment.Set 'em up, bartender!
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This phrase felt familiar, and after some research, I discovered that our critic is slyly quoting a sonnet by John Milton that begins: When in the wake of talent hard to follow, and of cruel, uneven chance...
No, I'm kidding. It's just terrible grammar.
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Is it really hard to follow a "boring" plot? Can a plot be both boring and"scattered?" Can a film have a scattered plot and simultaneously have no plot at all? When did plots start getting measured in revolutions per minute??
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This "sentence" (It's really five sentences human-centipeded together with similarly disgusting results, but who's counting?) ends on a note that tells me this person took more away from Interstellarthan he or she is letting on. Indeed, how dostars get sucked in? Does a black hole influence the very geometry of space-time in its midst?
Perhaps more challenging is the question: What kind of planet is this when people can labor for years on the writing, planning, production, and postproduction of such an ambitious project, only to be denied an imaginary star by someone too lazy to capitalize the pronoun "I"?
We may never know.