Do you have any idea how hard it is to find sci-fi news to write about the day after April Fool’s Day? Lies. Everywhere lies.
Interstellar was one of the best films I have ever seen, and as I said in my review, it’s the sort of movie and the sort of story that are why I read and watch science fiction. It’s getting a pseudo-rerelease this week (pseudo because I think it’s still playing here or there), showing up in a few theaters with a single showing or two that has a commentary track plus an additional half hour of discussion at the end. If you liked it as much as I did and you’re the sort who enjoys commentary, check your local theaters.
Also, here’s a nice interview (plus set of videos) with Jonah Nolan and Kip Thorne of JPL (I worked there for a project in college in the image processing lab, but they never asked me to help with a science fiction movie). Clickety fu.
David Duchovny not only released an album this week, but in an interview happened to mention a couple more old faces joining the X-Files revival spectacular while on Letterman Tuesday night. Skinner and the Cigarette Smoking Man are on board. Amazingly there’s been announcement that Doug Hutchison will reprise his role as Tooms. Possibly because Gillian Anderson and 20 years of reality have confirmed he’s even more creepy not in character.
And I don’t care if Courtney just posted it two days ago. I am on principle reposting this video of “David Duchovny Why Don’t You Love Me?” which features homeshot footage of pretty much every person on television in 1999. It is the reason why YouTube exists. When the Earth burns to a cinder, and all humanity is dust, I hope wormhole aliens who are actually us find this video. Because then they will know that we truly lived.
And in personal print news, I’ve worked my way slowly through Banks’ oeuvre and just cracked the final Culture novel Hydrogen Sonata last night. There have been a couple that I didn’t care for as much, but overall the series is just gorgeous. He moves the narrative like a chess game, not in order to set up surprises or twists in plot, but in order to guide the reader into precisely the right position through subtle steps to be torn with that perfect combination of emotional and intellectual catharsis. He was a master of the craft.