Mind Wanking Real-Time
What’s specifically delightful about Chrisopher Nolan’s Inception is that betwixt the sick, endless, John Nash-ish questioning on the complexities of human’s consciousness, you’d still understand it. You might have napped as soon as you arrived home (cos I know I did), but you’d still know what the hell was going on. He just outright knows your worst nightmare and he brings it to your silly face.
Dom Cobb: What’s the most resilient parasite? An Idea. A single idea from the human mind can build cities. An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules. Which is why I have to steal it.
You’re like everyone else, who is frightened by the thought of losing consciousness aka technically fully-operative sanity. You simply find that one of the most horrifying mysteries in life– Dreams-– has got to do with your existential crisis.
See, I happened to listen to a gripping lecture by no less than Randy David last year. He discussed that the film The Matrix, of the Wachowski brothers: a probable inspiration of Nolan, or just an ineffable comparison, was a shock to our movie-viewing psychophysics because the film showed the two greatest human apocalyptic fears: The loss of life and the loss of, yes, consciousness.
As The Matrix (no, not the sequels where Trinity might’ve gratuitously forgotten to apply Nivea moisturizer) tries and succeeds to be sociological, by proposing that maybe, the universe is in a robots-conspired limbo hence Marxist or symbolic interactionist, Inception arrives as psychological. What if your individual system has something more to offer? What if your subconscious is not as timidly credulous as your conscious self? What if?
The entire principle goes when Dom Cobb (Leonardo DiChubby) and his wife Mal (Marionne Cotillard) are residing inside their surreal universe,. Then eventually, they get so engrossed that the latter had gone off the rails. Mal fails to identify what’s supposedly real and not anymore. Then again, when you feel like intellectual-masturbating, how real is “real?”
Notable favorite scenes of the movie include Joseph Gordon-Levitt as Arthur and his zero-gravity fight scenes (Summer Finn feels so uncool for this. Lol!), Arthur-Ariadne pseudo-improvised smack (The moment hipster-ish Ellen Page first appeared, I instantly cheered, “It’s Kitty Pryde! Oh, Juno Macguff!”), and Tom-Hardy‘s-character-in-disguise-as-Browning-Fisher Jr. at the warehouse (cocky Eamas absolutely five thumbs up, five cos you’re a mutant, as a “forger”).
And as for the part that really sapped me whole? Nolan collecting all the flashbacks and juxtaposing them to the disturbing wedding anniversary scene atop the suite ledge. He makes it so dramatic, romantic and yet psychotic at the same time. I died.
Interestingly, I have this psych theory that really got into me in college about “the conscious being.” Twas somehow influenced by Greg Iles’ sci-fi-thriller book Footprints of God. Might be inane but still sane. I’ll reveal it next time, yes?
PS Do you remember last week when I thought I dreamt a “double “dream? I haven’t mastered inception but at least I know I reached dream state two! Take that! I feel astute. Haha. Read the post HERE. Don’t laugh.
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Posted on July 20, 2010, in Mmmovies, Politics and Sociology and tagged Christopher Nolan, dreams, ellen page, Greg Iles, intelligence, leonardo dicaprio, psychology, science, theories, Tom Hardy. Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.