I watched Interstellar today. It is one of the best movies I have seen. Perhaps seldom movies have made me shake with such emotions that I cried during the movie several times.
I cried when Cooper and Amelia returned to Endurance and was told that 23 years had passed, for every hour equals seven years on Earth through their journey, and was sad when Cooper saw in the video that his daughter Murch had grown up and had family, still hating him for desertion. At the end of the firm when Cooper came to Murch and talked to her before she died, I also cried. Moved and sobbed on every memorable lines on parenthood, I went out of the theatre with my red eyes.
The poem in the movie is also beautiful. I love it.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
（Here are some versions of the translation. Maybe one day I can have mine.）
Episode: The ticket was 350 NT in Taiwan, equivalent to 70 RMB.