Movie Review: Interstellar

I watched "Interstellar" almost one week ago. I've allowed it to marinate in my mind before I write a review about why it was so stunningly disappointing to me.
It was billed as "INCEPTION IN SPACE," which was very alluring to me because Inception is my favorite Christopher Nolan movie. Well, after I watched Interstellar I tried to piece together exactly why I never felt the buzz and the sense that I was watching something revolutionary as I watched Inception.
The human connection: I've stated that the acting in Interstellar is "mostly solid" aside from Matt Damon. But when I think about how Leo Dicaprio and Marion Cotillard drew me into their world-- it doesn't even come close to Matthew McConaughey and Jessica Chastain's performances here. Even people who think that this film is the stuff of legend admit that they weren't really getting drawn into the human element. The actors seem to cry every five to ten minutes, and these displays lose whatever effectiveness they might have had after a while. There is also a much-maligned soliloquy by Anne Hathaway's character in which she claims that love transcends everything. That detail just seems as if it was tacked on to wrap everything together. This film has many moments in which it seems like a toddler made a Big Mac then realized he needs to bite into it, can't wrap his mouth around it, then tears out some of the meat and pretends that nothing happened as he chomps into it.
It's the same case with Matt Damon's part. I won't ruin exactly what he does in this movie, but I will state that it's tacked on and forced. Also, his actions are not properly introduced, so there is more of a what-the-actual-fuck moment that seems entirely out of pace with the film.
OH, BUT THE VISUALS!!! OOOOHHHH!!! 2014 seems to be the year of "but da visuals, doh." It happened with the outrageously overrated "Grand Budapest Hotel" in March, it happened with "Fury" last month, and it's happening again. Yes, I love good visuals, but it's just so common now that it's as irrelevant as home runs were during baseball's steroids era. I want a good stoooorrrryyyy, man. Fury, Grand Budapest and this film's story just loses me; no amount of good cinematography can compensate for a shoddy script.
There are other technical aspects that thew me and many other people: during a tense scene on a remote planet, the editors continually cut back to a relatively boring event that was happening on Earth. Also, as with previous Nolan movies, the sound mixing is dog shit. The people who watched the film during the first few days of its release (including myself) couldn't even understand what some of the actors were saying during key moments.
I'm preparing to release my "best/worst" of list on this blog next month. This film probably won't have much competition in the "most disappointing" category.