In Interstellar, the widescreen sci-fi epic from Christopher Nolan, opening Friday, Jessica Chastain plays a scientist with a head full of equations, and questions, about time, relativity, quantum mechanics.
Everyone bemoans the remake, the bastardization of their memories, of something they hold dear. But times are constantly shifting, and our heroes cannot exist in a static universe. Without proper reinterpretation, would our pop icons still be relevant?
Even if Christopher Nolan wanted to go in a completely different direction, making something outside his frame of reference or comfort level, he would more than likely meet with near universal approval from within the industry.
Images of well-spoken men wearing dour expressions and designer suits have become to Christopher Nolan what terrycloth robes and light-sabers are to George Lucas or blood-spattered blades to Quentin Tarantino.