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When I saw the first trailer for Inception I wasn't interested. Trailers are a weird business anyhow, and not at all like the movies they sell. I sort of like them as their own weird little story. Anyhow, it wasn't until I saw a different trailer that I started to think it might be something I wanted to see. I do really like Christopher Nolan's movies, because they are intense and have weird moments of levity and they are certainly beautiful in a way that reminds me of Michael Mann.
The theater was packed in a way I haven't seen in a long time, even for it being opening weekend. We ended up sitting only three rows back. But I confess I like sitting way up front with my head titled back and the screen taking up my whole field of vision. It's a bad habit I acquired as a teenager and later going to movies alone.
This is a movie worth seeing on the big screen.
I remember seeing Memento years ago in the old Arboretum theater, with the star lights twinkling on the cotton cloud ceiling and bathrooms upstairs. I remember sitting down on the curb outside, shocked by the bright afternoon light and the very acute sense of physical and metaphorical dizziness. Thankfully we saw inception at night, so it was only the haunting sense of time that plagued me after the end. (That crazy, crazy end that I really love.) The way they played with time and the strange tension of moving between one scale and another was beautiful.
Eames and Arthur are already going to be my crazy fandom of choice. I loved those funny bits of dialogue.
The theater was packed in a way I haven't seen in a long time, even for it being opening weekend. We ended up sitting only three rows back. But I confess I like sitting way up front with my head titled back and the screen taking up my whole field of vision. It's a bad habit I acquired as a teenager and later going to movies alone.
This is a movie worth seeing on the big screen.
I remember seeing Memento years ago in the old Arboretum theater, with the star lights twinkling on the cotton cloud ceiling and bathrooms upstairs. I remember sitting down on the curb outside, shocked by the bright afternoon light and the very acute sense of physical and metaphorical dizziness. Thankfully we saw inception at night, so it was only the haunting sense of time that plagued me after the end. (That crazy, crazy end that I really love.) The way they played with time and the strange tension of moving between one scale and another was beautiful.
Eames and Arthur are already going to be my crazy fandom of choice. I loved those funny bits of dialogue.