You know, while we're on the subject …
I've loved "2001" ever since I was a kid. I have no memory of seeing it for the first time — I was born in '72, so obviously it had to have been on TV or something. But at first, it was just the "wow, cool" factor. As I've gotten older and more overthinky, I've come to really admire how much depth the movie has. It's open to a variety of interpretations, which makes it fun to watch and reflect on and think about. There's just so much THERE, in an intellectual, pondery, puzzley sort of sense.
Take this for example: HAL is really the only character in the movie who's motivated. I mean in the film-school sense. He's the only character in the film who actively wants something — to carry out his programmed mission — and acts accordingly. Every other character is purely reactive. The apes at the beginning of the film are starving; they'd have died out had the monolith not showed up. Floyd doesn't really do much of ANYthing in the movie. He just responds to the discovery of the monolith on the moon by lining up for a photo-op. Even Bowman, who's arguably the film's protagonist opposite HAL as the antagonist, acts only in response to other events. He only proposes disconnecting HAL after HAL's fault prediction turns out to be wrong. He only goes through with it after HAL freakin' MURDERS his shipmates and threatens his own survival. Really, the only initiative he takes in the movie is choosing to board the pod and visit the Jupiter monolith … until you remember that he's basically following the orders given by Floyd in the briefing video.
So consider this: We have the apes, sitting around literally waiting to die until the monolith shows up. Then we have man at the end of the 20th century, master of the globe and near-Earth space, complacent and idle until the second monolith is discovered. Then we have Dave Bowman — who is the personification of humanity — content to eat his earth-toned paste and watch the news through the whole movie. Nobody actually DOES anything on his own in the whole film … except HAL, who again, is driven only by his programmed-in desire to follow orders.
Viewed through that lens, it's really kind of a misanthropic movie. It says that humanity just sits on their asses until some external event forces them to respond. That in the big picture, we're all just apes cowering under rocks and gazing up at the moon in a depressing parody of comprehension.
But we can also think of it in exactly the opposite way. The ape-like pre-humans in the first act have gone as far as they can go under their own power. They're gatherers and scavengers, and they're surviving, but only just. The monolith comes along and gives them a little nudge, and on the strength of JUST that little nudge — hey guys, antelope thighbones are heavy — humanity explodes over the whole Earth and out into space. The match cut from the bone to the satellite is probably the most effective flashforward in all of cinema, emphasizing the straight-line connection between the apes and modern man by turning four million years of history into an "and then."
Remember that the Tycho monolith didn't actually do anything, unlike the original Africa monolith. It didn't change anybody who came into contact with it. All it did was send a radio signal out into space. It was humanity that chose to follow that signal. That was an even subtler nudge than the first one, but it was enough. We built a big-ass spaceship and fired it off into the dark just to see what was there. And what we found was a door, and we didn't just go "Huh, door," and go home. We opened it and barged through, because that's what humanity does.
Viewed through THAT lens, it's a powerfully humanist film. Look how awesome we are.
And thing is, I don't think either one of these interpretations is bogus. I think they're both totally valid. We can get into a debate about the artists' (Kubrick and Clarke) intent, but if we let the work stand on its own, it can be appreciated in many different ways, ways that totally contradict each other while remaining valid and internally consistent.
That's why I love "2001." That's why it's more than just a movie, to me. It's not merely a story, not merely a sequence of and-then events told in order using pictures and sound. It's a sort of open-ended meditation on what it means to be human. It's a springboard for thinking big ideas about existence and the cosmos, and that's fun. I don't necessarily mean to say I'd like to do nothing but that for the rest of my life — sometimes you'd really rather watch a pretty girl walk in slow motion away from an exploding gas station. But "2001" provides an opportunity to think about big, philosophical things, and sometimes that makes for a really fun time, and that's why I like it.