Inception

Last night, I dreamt that I went to see Inception, but I fell asleep in the cinema because it was utter gubbins. Before long, I was having a dream within a dream, where I went to the cinema to see Inception, but after an hour or so, I fell asleep because it was utter gubbins. At that point, I started to have a dream within a dream within a dream, where I went to see Inception, but after forty minutes or so, I fell asleep again because it was utter gubbins. At this point, three stages deep, I was too far under to even have the option of killing myself. Then Christopher Nolan turned up, on a horse.
Inception is a very silly film—not that you’d know from the serious way in which it carries itself. It’s yet another Christopher Nolan movie that has garnered rave reviews, and yes, it has its spectacular moments (even if, as I overheard one woman saying on the way out; “All the good bits were in the trailer.”). I’m actually completely unconvinced by Nolan’s stuff; his best film is easily The Dark Knight but, to be quite honest, that went on a bit. I also find his non-linear storytelling to be especially annoying, and fairly gratuitous. It’s like sentences in order constructing the wrong, can you because just, not reason good a have because to you.
Inception is fiendishly complicated, and you really have to concentrate quite hard if you’re going to follow it. This is as much as I bothered to understand: DiCaprio plays Cobb, who uses a funny little briefcase to infiltrate people’s dreams. Some Japanese bloke (Ken Watanabe) wants to get into Cillian Murphy’s head, to get him to convince his dad to sell a business. He’s got some colleagues who help him out and they all seem quite nice. Ellen Page is particularly good. Her lines include: “Whose subconscious are we going into exactly?”; “What is she talking about?” Good questions, Ellen, good questions.
In fact, for the entire duration (2 and a half hours!) all anyone talks about is dreams or DiCaprio’s dead wife (he also had a dead wife in Shutter Island, so it hasn’t been a good year to be betrothed to Leo). Apart from that, there’s zero character development, and the sole point of the script seems to be to provide context for some trippy, floaty fight/chase scenes, but by the time they rocked up, I was honestly past caring.
I like dreams. I had a dream the other day that I managed to convince a rat, after an hour of chatting to it, to leave my bedroom. I’ve had a dream before where I got up, went into the bathroom, had a shower, got dressed, had some breakfast, cleaned my teeth, went to the station, got on a train, got off the train, walked to work, got in the elevator, went up to my classroom, did my photocopying, wrote some words on the blackboard and waited for my students to turn up. Then I woke up, and had to do all of that again. There’s no room for Inception to recognise dreams’ daftness (“right, I had this dream right, and we were on a mountain, but then the mountain turned into a strawberry, and Princess Di was there”). It’s po-faced, convoluted and hyped beyond belief. Watch Wes Craven’s A Nightmare on Elm Street instead; it’s a far more fun, and more involving.
Anyway. And then I woke up.
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