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by David Schleicher

Inception opens with the pounding strums of composer Hans Zimmer’s deep level slow-down of Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien…something a viewer wouldn’t realize it is what it is until after research and repeat views.

Like the waves crashing against the shores of a dream-made city crumbling into the ocean, Christopher Nolan’s Inception is relentless, and once it kicks into a descent into dreams within dreams (all part of a neo-noir heist filled with all your usual tropes and characters), its grand entertainment of the highest order.

And like Edith Piaf’s scratchy French ode to living without regret, Inception bears repeating over and over.

I don’t know how many times I’ve seen it, but Inception works every time on every level without fail.

Parisian streets folding in on themselves.  Joseph Gordon Levitt’s battle dance with subconscious fiends in impeccably decked out hallways and finely appointed modern hotel rooms that spin and tumble like a Dyson vacuum cleaner’s cyclone wind tunnel in robustly hot-air elegance.  A white van falling off a bridge forever in slow-mo.  A feloniously feline femme fatale in the shady form of a whispery smoky Marion Cotillard (who not unwittingly was cast by Nolan after she became famous for playing Edit Piaf in another movie) who keeps falling to her death over and over, forever haunting a heartbroken Leonardo DiCaprio – her leap, like the musical kick, mapping the universe with emotional thumbtacks.  A child’s pinwheel planted inside a safe that carries with it all the weight of all the pained father-son relationships of everyone sitting in every darkened theater where communal gasps echoed beyond the closing image of a spinning top, teetering…tottering… (more…)

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