I’ll be straight with ya, while I’ve liked every Nolan film I’ve seen (the list includes Memento, Insomnia, the Dark Knight trilogy, Inception, and The Prestige), I’m hit or miss on Interstellar’s star Matthew McConaughey. He’s an odd one. He can be alternately charming and smarmy. He can be equal parts funny and annoying AF. That’s probably why I shied away.

But I was awake and it was staring right at me (and it costars Anne Hathaway, who I do so like) so I clicked play.

While it seemed like pretty standard end-of-humanity science fiction fare for the first couple of hours, that final hour left me with my jaw hanging open. I was able to predict most of the twists but only by a handful of seconds before they were revealed, which is to say, I was gobsmacked. There’s a word you don’t hear often.

I’m not going to discuss what those reveals were because it would ruin the movie for anyone who hasn’t seen it. But let’s just say I was getting a little teary eyed at the end. And then as I laid in bed thinking about it some more, I was almost weeping.

It was a beautiful, near-perfect film and I want to watch it again. Guess what! It’s coming back to theaters for its 10th anniversary in another week or so. I may have to do it. That would be awesome on the big screen.