I don’t normally do film reviews here unless they’re about zombies or superheroes, but in this case I want to make an exception. I’m a big Chris Nolan fan, so I was eager to see this flick. And it was good—very good. But there’s one huge problem with it: It doesn’t make nonsense.
The film is about people who travel in other peoples’ dreams, but every dreamworld basically obeys the laws of gravity (except when the interlopers create a disturbance between two connected dreamworlds), time and space. Sure, you can travel between dreamworlds, but even that requires an actual mechanism. Anyone who’s actually dreamed knows that you can start a dream walking on the beach with your wife and end it swimming in a pool of Jabba the Hut’s bile with a bikini-clad Princess Leia, with no real idea how you got from one place to the other.
I really enjoyed the movie, and found it very interesting in an analytical way, but there was no “wonder” to it. And that was the big flaw. My 9-year-old son noticed it right away, in the first dream-scene, when he leaned over to me and whispered:
“I would just dream I had super-powers.”
That’s my boy!

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