I'd rather do a PRT.

Rating: 1/10 (5 July 2017)

I'll start out by saying that I invest in a ton of stock. A ton. After suffering through this, I'm pulling all of my money out of Netflix just in case they ever get afflicted with this cinematic equivalent of Ebola. Honestly, Ebola symptoms pale in comparison to what my reaction to this random series of talking pictures was. I even went so far as to buy all of the remaining tickets at AMC Silverdale for the rest of the evening on my smart phone so that no one else in the 360 area code had to be subjected to the inhumanity I was experiencing. Even if I only saved a few dozen souls, it was worth the $1854. I had to be escorted out of the building by security when I stood up during the black hole planet tidal wave scene and screamed profanities while simultaneously mooning the projector operator. I'm usually shy and reserved, but the lack of sound scientific evidence to support such a preposterous planet triggered me.
I had the rare privilege of sitting next to an Auschwhitz Holocaust survivor and they informed me that the Third Reich had built a day- care compared to this virtual hell Christopher Nolan dreamed up. If I had the only time machine in existence, I would burn it to a white ash so that no time traveler can ever stumble upon this black plague. I listen to death metal, and I've never heard lyrics that even come close to describing the brutality and utter assault on the senses that this cacophony of misery presents.
All that being said, the voice acting for TARS was on point.