So I saw Inception at the cinema last Friday. It is maybe the third film I’ve seen in the cinema this summer and possibly only 4th or 5th at all this calendar year. Walking out of the theater, two young guys in front of me were talking. The first guy said: “Well, there goes two and a half hours of my life I’ll never get back.” The other said: “Yeah, it was definitely a film for people who got a 25 on the ACT.”
My thought was: “Yes, thankfully, there are a lot of us.”
Fact of the matter is, I don’t think I took the ACT–my school was an SAT kind of school. But if I had, I doubt I would have gotten a 25. I’m smart but I’m no MENSA candidate.
But I enjoyed the film. How much? Well, let’s put it like this: I don’t really like Leonardo DiCaprio. At all. Really. Not one bit. But I thought he was excellent in the film. I thought every aspect of the film was excellent. The score, the acting, the locations, the sets, the cast, the direction, and so forth. I won’t say anything about the film itself in this review–I don’t want to give anything away. But I felt immediately after watching it that it was the best piece of cinema I had seen since the tail end of the ’90s when The Matrix and Fight Club blew my socks off.