If you want details on the actors, directors or silly motives, go wiki the movie. This is a rant, and trust me, rant I firkin shall. So we have a movie were people go into each other’s dreams. Oh, there is no explanation as to how exactly this happens all we know I that there is a strange device in a suitcase and bang, we all dream together. Yeah that makes sense. I mean seriously, the science and psychology in this movie is so soft I spread it on my toast this morning for breakfast. That’s not my big gripe with the movie, inexplicably machines that let people do weird and wonderful things is part and parcel with the sci-fi genre. It gives story tellers the space to tackle with interesting and complex elements of humanity, to answer the integral elements of existence, and in this case, they use guns. Wait what. That’s right, give a great idea to an American and all of a sudden the negotiation of the subtle intricacies of the human mind turns into a gun fight. I feel like I am swimming in a sea of absolute silly here. I rather liked the idea of covert mind spies that enter into the preconscious (yes, that’s the right term) and extract information by laying carefully set mazes for the mind. However all that gave the movie was cool sets to blow up in expensive ways. Co much could have been done with the creation of a world for the intention of tricking the mind. But all they did was go, um, deeper into another dream. I really am trying hard to take this seriously, you can tell right. Why then does everything still to some degree still look normal? I would think the deeper into the mind one goes the further one is from the symbolic representation of existence and the closer one gets to pure, blind drives and repressed desires that are incomparable to the conscious psyche. By the third dream state the world should look like it was spewed from the LSD addled brain of Salvador Dali and Picasso’s bum baby. The problem is that the basic idea of the movie is so brilliant, but instead of being a strong suspense based psychological drama were the creative wit of many defeats the psychological defences of an individual, lots of guys get shot. And the ending; I am not even going to justify it with a well deserved insult. Just watch the movie so together we can go, “oh come on really, this what you did with the concept. Aren’t you edgy and cool? Douche bags.”Monday, May 16, 2011
Inception- psychology with guns, *sigh*
If you want details on the actors, directors or silly motives, go wiki the movie. This is a rant, and trust me, rant I firkin shall. So we have a movie were people go into each other’s dreams. Oh, there is no explanation as to how exactly this happens all we know I that there is a strange device in a suitcase and bang, we all dream together. Yeah that makes sense. I mean seriously, the science and psychology in this movie is so soft I spread it on my toast this morning for breakfast. That’s not my big gripe with the movie, inexplicably machines that let people do weird and wonderful things is part and parcel with the sci-fi genre. It gives story tellers the space to tackle with interesting and complex elements of humanity, to answer the integral elements of existence, and in this case, they use guns. Wait what. That’s right, give a great idea to an American and all of a sudden the negotiation of the subtle intricacies of the human mind turns into a gun fight. I feel like I am swimming in a sea of absolute silly here. I rather liked the idea of covert mind spies that enter into the preconscious (yes, that’s the right term) and extract information by laying carefully set mazes for the mind. However all that gave the movie was cool sets to blow up in expensive ways. Co much could have been done with the creation of a world for the intention of tricking the mind. But all they did was go, um, deeper into another dream. I really am trying hard to take this seriously, you can tell right. Why then does everything still to some degree still look normal? I would think the deeper into the mind one goes the further one is from the symbolic representation of existence and the closer one gets to pure, blind drives and repressed desires that are incomparable to the conscious psyche. By the third dream state the world should look like it was spewed from the LSD addled brain of Salvador Dali and Picasso’s bum baby. The problem is that the basic idea of the movie is so brilliant, but instead of being a strong suspense based psychological drama were the creative wit of many defeats the psychological defences of an individual, lots of guys get shot. And the ending; I am not even going to justify it with a well deserved insult. Just watch the movie so together we can go, “oh come on really, this what you did with the concept. Aren’t you edgy and cool? Douche bags.”
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