Now someone in here has to defend 2001: A Space Odyssey.
It was back in 1968, I believe, that I traveled from Madison WI to Boston and NYC to visit some college friends. My New York friend insisted that we must see the new science fiction movie. I was less than enthusiastic, being a devotée of "sf novels" and having a snobbish disdain for "sci-fi" movies. There were pictures on the subway posters of men in space suits on the Moon. I did not want to go. But I went.
Well, for me 2001 was something akin to a religious experience, in Cinerama, in the original cut I believe, before it was shortened a bit.
Thereafter, I tried to see it in as many locations as I could. I went with friends when it opened in Milwaukee. I saw it in San José when I visited my brother's family. I dragged my parents to it in Dallas. ("Religious!" exclaimed my born-again fundamentalist mother. "I thought it was anti-religious! All that evolution stuff.") I saw it on a ship off the coast of Senegal. I saw it on an airplane.
I saw it last month on cable. Sure the special effects pale next to today's bells and whistles. In fact the star journey, which was the gosh! wow! part when it came out, is decidedly amateur-night now. But the film holds up for me, as--who posted here?--more like a piece of music, a tone poem, than a story. Don't look for narrative. Look for mood and, well, if I may use the term, philosophy, Clarke's Weltanschauung. Whis is not a breed of dog, I might add.
In any case, that's where I stand on the film, but à chacun son gout, which is French for "horse race".