

We’re a few minutes in when my partner, sitting next to me on the couch, asks if we can watch this at 2x speed. Some people had warned me that 2001 is pretty slow-moving, but it is slooow-moooving. We slink from shot to shot of the landscape. (It’s “ Also Sprach Zarathustra,” by the German composer Richard Strauss.) The sun rises over a flat, grassy plain.
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The movie kicks off with orchestral music that you’ve probably heard whether or not you’ve seen 2001, a heart-thumping and foreboding melody, with that dramatic bum … bum … BA-BUM. (If you’re suddenly compelled to watch 2001 first, you can rent it for $3.99 on YouTube.) Even though the movie has been out for 54 years, I feel a duty to warn you that there are major spoilers ahead. What follows is my real-time reaction to watching 2001 on a recent evening, edited for length and clarity. Surely a space reporter should see it-and surely a reporter should take notes. The 1968 film is considered one of the greatest in history and its director, Stanley Kubrick, a cinematic genius. This is an enormous oversight, apparently. But I have never seen 2001: A Space Odyssey. I’ve seen people blast off on rockets with my own eyes.

I’ve watched a livestream of NASA smashing a spacecraft into an asteroid on purpose. I’ve watched footage of a helicopter flying on Mars. As the outer-space correspondent at The Atlantic, I spend a lot of time looking beyond Earth’s atmosphere.
