While recounting the detail of one’s own dreams is invariably fascinating, the minutiae of other people’s can be unbearably dull. This is presumably why psychoanalysts are paid handsome sums to appear interested in their clients’ rambles.
It also explains some of the difficulties I experienced with Christopher Nolan’s Inception, a thriller that embarks on a headlong chase through dreamland, often pursuing an interesting idea through patches of frantic and confusing tedium.
The central conceit is that a clutch of highly…
“Rhodey, get down!” And with those words, a one-second effect, a secret Iron Man weapon that was so stunning and so unexpected and so well rendered, forced the audience to make a noise I’d never heard a group make before:
A cross between a gasp for air and a Scooby Doo “gewuhhhh???”. For a moment, the Chicago reviewers sitting shoulder to shoulder with laymen Q101 contest winners—they (we) were all children again.
That moment was enough to make up for…