Ramble about seeing 2001:space odyssey sequel

I arrived at our storefront church last night with key in hand, armed with chips and honey-roasted peanuts. Made coffee quickly then got on a computer, put on the Phoenix Project's soundboard and speakers and checked e-mail while a U2 youtube video blared and I waited to see if anyone would show up.
I figured I'd be the only one this movie nite. El pastor was out of town @ another church's event and she and one other had been the only ones at last month's movie nite.
I left my e-mail on and popped in the video. I'd seen 2010 before, 20 years ago or so, at my parent's house, the same house I still dream of right before waking about 3 times a month.
I will divulge some here, but not enough of the movie so you won't want to see it. It is based on Arthur C. Clarke's sequel to 2001, and, in a deft way, answers all of the questions that Clarke, or maybe it was just Stanley Kubrick, left so wildly flailing in the space above Jupiter in the space odyssey. (if you haven't seen 2001 -- see it...now!)
I watched the first few minutes, as 2001 was cleverly and clearly summarized. Then I pulled out the peanuts, poured some coffee, and settled into a couch.
A few minutes later, my friend Andy showed up, walking in through the front door with his characteristic entrance -- think Lenny and/or Squiggy from Laverne and Shirley. (or think Kramer, if you like).
It was just the two of us that night.
The movie was seamless. Bright, interesting, sexy with no sex scenes. (did you ever think you'd want to make out with Helen Mirren? Just flashback thirty years or so).
The ending, some might call it corny, b/c as i said, all of the questions are answered. But hell, what good are mysteries if there's no answer? There will be enough mysteries in this life, don't worry.