Recently I’ve been on an old-school science fiction kick. Unbelievably, I’d never seen what some critics have called one of the greatest movies of all time—2001: A Space Odyssey. I can honestly tell you it was with great enthusiasm I put it into the DVD player.
To say I was unimpressed would be a gross understatement. I found the movie with its lack of dialogue and ambiguous plotline rather dull. Even the score, utilizing the work of classic composers, irritated me as it didn’t seem to fit the overall mood.
I am rationale enough to recognize that for a film made in 1968, it was probably visionary with its use of frame and special effects. Even the narrative style was probably unlike anything else out there. And, compared to most of the science fiction B-movies that were so popular near that era, it had to be a breath of fresh air. Finally, yes, the storyline was greatly open to interpretation that may lead to immense philosophical debate, but when viewed simply as a self-contained story in and of itself, it left me unsatisfied.
I admire director Kubrick for his experimental genius and dedication to originality, but I’d be lying if I told you I enjoyed 2001: A Space Odyssey.