Everyone and their ex-babysitter has been raving about the blockbuster film
Inception, so my husband and I finally decided to check it out during our date last weekend. I don’t know if it’s because we had been watching
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 only hours prior, or if it was because we were sleepy, or because it was simply a crap movie, but we really were left feeling like it was, well,
a crap movie. I really wish we’d have watched something else instead, or perhaps simply slept.
“Oh, it makes you think!” people raved. Really? Do you really think this movie called for that much thinking? Because when I was in college, one of the number one rules when writing fiction was to NEVER write “and then I woke up!” You don’t write “Everything Was Just a Dream” stories or movies. That’s why that horrible movie, Next, was so awful. I don’t care if you wake up from said dream or not; if it’s not happening, it’s really not worth telling about. You can write about it in your journal or you can call up a psychic to have it analyzed; just don’t bore us to pieces by making a movie about it.
And that’s exactly how my husband and I felt—bored out of our minds. There was too much snow, too many slow-mo scenes, too many parts that dragged on and on and on… And we’re not even DiCaprio haters! (I’ve found that most people who don’t like the movie claim it’s because they don’t like Leo.)
The acting was, ah, so-so. I liked Cillian Murphy, oddly enough, the most; the rest of the cast seemed very one-dimensional, which is no surprise, since it was all a damn dream, and nobody mattered. In fact, if anyone complains about people being one-dimensional, the creators could easily just say, “Hey, they’re supposed to be; it’s all a dream!”