On Inception: A Visually Stunning Post.
I saw the film over the weekend and I respond to these assertions with an extremely high-pitched, “Really??!!” Critics invoke the visual stunning-ness of the film as the saving grace of a movie that would otherwise fall incredibly flat. Although this phrase is, no doubt, a piece of canonical jargon the film critique world uses profusely it ought to be used to describe things that actually stun. Inception does not, in my opinion, fit this description.
On the contrary, Inception trots out one tired reference after another, failing to stun as promised. I mean, I have been stunned before and…
Okay, enough. Here’s the evidence (and snarkiness).
Listen, I know that Leo and his crew are corporate espionage guys and that the dreams in which they conduct business are supposed to be as convincing as possible so as to fooly fool their targets into giving up info or having great new ideas. But the thing is — all the targeted espionagees (?) WAKE UP after their encounters with Leo & posse. That is, at some point, if they are even aware of what they’ve given up or give thought to a ‘new and original’ (read: implanted) idea they will know that this event originated in a dream. And when we’re dreaming, we rarely question the reality of the dream we’re in – no matter how many toilets full of bacon, talking animals and flying goes on. (Jeez, I hadn’t even thought of that – WTF? How can you make a dream movie without flying?)
It seems to me that the film makers could have and should have gone further with their chosen dream imagery. They could have actually stunned audiences, instead of beating us in our faces with ham-fisted symbolism, repetitive dialogue and endless plot recaps. Honestly, this shizz makes me wistful for the visual stunning-ness of movies the likes of this….
I will admit that I am perhaps a tad defensive because these environments are supposed to be the brain children of extraordinarily talented architects. So don’t even get me started on the fact that Leo chose his precocious little architect sex-bomb from a real or pseudo Ecole des Beaux (F)Arts…