starring Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, Michael Caine
screenplay by Jonathan Nolan and Christopher Nolan
directed by Christopher Nolan
by Walter Chaw When my wife was pregnant with my daughter, we thought she would miscarry. We'd been through several miscarriages already; the doctors weren't optimistic. I don't know why we agreed to risk it again, the crippling grief and unrecoverable loss. We told ourselves that if we couldn't carry this last child to term, we'd console ourselves with a long vacation, the two of us. The appointment with the doctor the day we were to learn the timing of our misfortune, he found a heartbeat, and we held our breath for the next seven months, through a difficult pregnancy and birth, until she was here. My daughter turned 11 last week and she's perfect. Her brother is 8, and he's perfect, too. I spent the first several months with my daughter as her primary caregiver; I was teaching and writing and my wife was making our living, and I have a relationship with my daughter unusual for it, I think. I look back and it's not her birth that was miraculous--as miracles go, that one happens a few hundred thousand times a day. No, the miracle is what I suddenly understood about the world now that I was the happy accessory to someone else's happiness and security.