I know this is pretty much old news now, but last week I went to see Inception. Before seeing it, I knew that there were all of these theories and supposed hidden meanings behind the film. I wanted to go into it with an open mind and make my own decisions about it, so I avoided the message boards and most reviews of the film. The only thing I read beforehand was an interview with Leonardo DiCaprio in the August issue of Rolling Stone (and they didn’t even talk about Inception very much), and the article in Entertainment Weekly. It turns out that the article in Entertainment Weekly eliminated the shock value when I saw Inception in the theatre, even though I didn’t know it then.
If you haven’t yet seen Inception and think you might, this is just a little spoiler alert! You can skip down to the next paragraph if you like. There was a little comment in brackets in the Entertainment Weekly article that said something like, ‘Does the top ever stop spinning at the end?’ At the very beginning of the movie when Leonardo DiCaprio basically says that the when the top is spinning, it means that it’s a dream, I knew from the start that if the top was spinning at the end (when they get out of the dream) that the whole thing must have been a dream. When we saw the top spinning at the end, the people in the theatre gasped. I guess I may have gasped a little if I hadn’t known what was coming too, but I didn’t think it was that shock-worthy.
I really enjoyed Inception, there’s no doubt about that. However, I do kind of wonder what all of the fuss is about. I would definitely like to see it again, but I really don’t understand why people said it was very complicated and confusing, and really made them think afterwards. Inception did make me think afterwards – about what I should be thinking about! After I left the theatre, I was trying to figure out what I was missing. What were all of these theories even talking about? Unless all of the complicated stuff just went over my head, I didn’t find it that hard to follow.
I thought that it would be a hard storyline to follow (a dream within a dream within a dream) but I somehow was able to keep it all straight in my head. If I had my way, I would have a storyboard of the film laid out in front of me while I was watching it for me to make notes on, but I didn’t find it too bad. You do however have to concentrate. You wouldn’t want to miss anything at all, or you would be left behind fairly quickly. (Kind of like if you get behind on your readings for school.)
Aside from everything I just said, I thoroughly enjoyed Inception. It was entertaining, action packed, thought provoking (dreams are an interesting subject for me) and gorgeous. That was probably my favourite part of Inception. The special effects and cinematography were just breathtaking. It’s the kind of film that you could definitely call a work of art. I would mount a flatscreen on my wall and have Inception playing on a loop just to take in the artistic aspect of the film. That’s the thing about dreams – there are no restrictions. (This is why they made Tripp have an affair with Serena on Gossip Girl. The third season was undoubtedly a dream. First the Tripp thing and then they have Chuck sleep with Jenny? That would never happen. Dream!)
I’ve heard people say that Inception was boring, and I would never say that. Inception is the opposite of boring. Everyone else I’ve talked to has said that they usually know that they’re dreaming at any moment in their dream. If an extractionist was trying to influence my thoughts, they wouldn’t have any trouble since I cannot recall any time when I have actually known that I was dreaming. I have never consciously thought, ‘Hey! This is a dream!’, I always just thought it was real. What does that say about me? Not that my dreams are anything that would actually happen in reality. In the last dream that I can remember, I had died and my spirit was wandering around earth, trying to warn people of accidents I could predict coming. (You know – car accidents, bombs, that sort of thing.) I was on my way to warn people of a big explosion on the Brooklyn Bridge when I saw Jonathan Groff and some of the understudies from American Idiot and Hair in a park with a whole bunch of kids. It turns out that they were running some kind of a camp and asked if I wanted to join them on a walk. So we’re walking and talking, and ironically, we walk right past the Brooklyn Bridge right as it blows up. Whoopsie! Don’t rely on me to save the world!