I loved Inception. It was tense and beautiful, and gave you the sense of losing - or gaining - time, in a good way. But I do love to make fun of things...
SPOILER ALERT!
Jack Dawson has a special trinket that he brings with him on the Titanic. On the boat he meets Marion Coitillard, who is adept at every sailing task and also looks just as stunning in workman's clothes as she does in evening gowns. Turns out Jack Dawson was sent aboard to extract the Heart of the Ocean, but Mademoiselle Coitillard's suspicious mother (played by Cillian Murphy in drag), is wise to Jack's little paradox tricks. The surprisingly well-dressed and androgynous mother tries to hypnotize Jack so that he will forget all about his get-rich-quick scheme and retreat into a fantasyland of memories, replete with men in pinstripe suits, cities folding in on themselves, and a cozy ninja-themed movie night with the guys (when they watched "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" both with and without subtitles). But wily Jack is onto Madame Coitillard! Lo and behold, he makes amends with his estranged father in a hallucinatory episode, and has made up his mind to complete his mission.
Just when you think things are about to get carazy, Jack's little thingamajig that he brought on board - a classic timepiece fished from the icy waters of Lake Michigan - stops working, brought to a standstill: time has run out! "You guys," whispers Jack, his eyes a-crinkle, "This fucking ship's about to sink."
And so it does. They all drift away into the abyss, where children frolic in perpetually-green grass and Michael Caine reads a storybook about princes and princesses and all the chocolates you could ever want.
And so ends Inception.
FOUR STARS!!!!
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