Is it a dream or just a movie---or both?
This will be quick and dirty. Maybe I'll return to it, and maybe I won't. Perhaps you will have comments that will spur me to a more in depth post later.
It's been a week now, and Inception, Chris Nolan's latest brain bender, is still rattling around inside my casaba. While I thought it was a good movie, I certainly did not love it, and I was definitely looking at my watch and wondering when the sedative was going to wear off as it wound down to its conclusion. By the end, I was more than ready for the credits to roll. Some of that may have been due to the actual movie going experience I had, but that wasn't all of it. Inception was good, but I didn't find it to be actually all that entertaining. There were long stretches where I just wasn't interested; much of the exposition was clumsy and took me out of the movie (dream?); and pretty much everything from the The Spy Who Loved Me sequence in the third (or 33rd?) dream level was butt numbingly boring.
Yet a week later I cannot stop thinking about it.