Well, after my blood pressure returned to normal, I can concede some good points about the film.
Nolan is a very handy supplier of big action scenes, and I can appreciate the climactic juggling of multiple events taking place in assorted "levels of consciousness" or "levels of dreaming" or whatever. The big scene in the corridor is a marvelous idea, impeccably brought to the screen.
Alas, I just never gave a good goddamn about anyone in the film, at all, except for Marion Cotillard who I didn't find hammy or distracting in the slightest. Indeed, she became my sole reason for sticking around. And even worse, Nolan's trademark SOMBER mood, unlivened by anything as base as humor or even basic human warmth, is among the most oppressive in all of cinema. Even uber-bummer Ingmar Bergman gets in the occasional joke.
I just sat there bored to distraction, finding all of the dreams in the film to be terribly orderly and even downright chaste. The symbolism was way too pat: did anyone notice that all of the secrets are kept inside combination safes?
Of course, this could all be because we're all watching one single dream of Leo's, or whatever, and I have to say, in fairness, that my patience with this kind of "Is It REAL? Or Is It All A DREAM Boys And Girls?" crap ran out some time ago, specifically with Lynch's tiresome MULHOLLAND DR., so I'm not really the film's intended audience.
And the more I think about the film, the more I find that I can't really applaud the famed "top" ending as being much more than a dodge on Nolan's part, designed to inspire endless chitchat on message boards and study halls.
In a nutshell: there is a f*ck of a lot less to this film than meets the eye.
"If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers." Thomas Pynchon, GRAVITY'S RAINBOW
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." Philip K. Dick
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