Inception

I did it. I broke down and went to the movies. After all, I have plenty of time to fill, and as much as I know there is a HIGH chance of frustration at the cell phones and the whispers and the overzealous munching of popcorn and the crankling of plastic candy wrappers and the squeaking of seats, there is still a ROMANCE with the theater that I have not yet escaped.

But, I did refuse to go to the Park Slope Pavillion. Too many bad experiences. Friends have told me BAM is a good place to see a movie. So I went there. When you go to BAM you feel like a Brooklyn insider. There aren't even any signs outside of the building to let you know you are at a movie theater. I sheepishly opened the door into a building that I thought (correctly) was the theater and bought my ticket for Inception.

I don't remember the last movie that has received so much press and word of mouth than Inception, the concept is cool, and it's the kind of film that seems made for a theater. So what did I think?

As Fischer's dying father utters on his death bed, "disappointed." I was all ready to call my friends who have seen it and talk forever about hidden meanings, plot twists, and metaphysics, but I walked out shrugging my shoulders, thinking, "This was pretty cool, but whatever..."

Ultimately I did not care enough about the characters involved and much of the plot (not the action, the backstories) felt forced. I really didn't feel anything when it came to Cobb and his wife; didn't really care that much about whether the inception worked! What did the spinning top mean at the end? I don't really care about that either.

Perhaps my expectations were too high or perhaps this is just a decent popcorn heist-flick dressed up as much more than it really is by the hype; by the power of an idea.