This movie is definitely worthy of a post of its own.

But well, spoilers are ahead and skip it if you don’t want anything to give the plot away.

Had wanted to catch it at Gold Class after knowing the lengthiness of this film, but every seat was fully booked even though it was late afternoon when I had checked for the film schedules.

Even the midnight shows were packed to the brim on the Saturday where a theme dinner took place that saw me struggled my way into a kebaya and hoping it wouldn’t drop to my ankles at any point of the night.

Quickly changed into some common clothes, or else I would stick out like a sore thumb, as if I just walked off the set of Little Nonya or something.

The other couple was there early to secure the seats, while other motherly duties, like buying milk powder at 11pm, took priority.

Nonetheless, I was adamant about watching the movie the very day, and there was no compromise, simply cos the amount of tweets that had flooded my twitter about the show had piqued my interest, and I was brain-teased enough to want to satisfy that curiosity, and more importantly, didn’t want anyone else to spoil the mystery behind the show for me before I get to the theatres.

And gee, was I glad to finally catch it, and it didn’t even matter that it wasn’t Gold Class, cos I certainly did not feel the time pass with such a mesmerising, amazing show.

How do I even begin?

Complex plot like what people had raved about, but Christopher Nolan’s brilliant cinematography and geniosity pretty much made sure that the common you, me, him, her are not lost in the twists to the point that the interest is lost.

Is it as complicated as much of the others had said…? I think I must have lacked something up there that I had failed to dwell and think deeper to see much to be mind-fucked. I had pretty much enjoyed the show at literal value, and just let it led me emotionally.

It wasn’t quite the physics of the dreams or the plot that made me feel that it was a good show.

It was just that.. it was utterly provocative.

Be it be mentally, or emotionally. I found myself drawn into the show sensually, because it was visually, emotionally, and just mentally stimulating, and you could feel it manipulating your senses, and for me, it was just so haunting that towards the end, I was in denial.

Especially the ending. I chose to believe what I had wished for. And perhaps, this is the very thing the director had wanted to put it into our minds.. that the power of suggestion would very much stay on even after the show to cast the doubts in us.

We would then trace every single step back, and even try to read into things that might not even mean to be anything.. just because. And it might really be nothing because.. we were guided step by step, weren’t we (maybe I am too slow and missed something here?)?

Since I tried to watch it simply, and not over complicate it that might potentially smear a captivating movie, the only time I got mind-fucked (well, in ANOTHER way) was probably the time when Joseph Gordon-Levitt graced the screen and I was giggling away like a schoolgirl with my breath held.

Sorry, where were we?

Ah.

The cast. The stellar cast… I am not sure if Leonardo DiCaprio’s Titanic reputation precedes him that much that no one seems to take him seriously.

But can you think of a BAD LeoDi movie even if you are not a fan of his?

Neither can I. There is always a certain depth to them (ironically, Titanic maybe is the one with most depth.. ocean, right? Wahahaha, lame joke.. shoot me please) and there is no way you can say he is a bad actor just because he is too much of a pretty boy.

There is a parallel I could draw with Inception and Shutter Island, but Inception is a piece of art with the way the pieces are brought together while maintaining the film’s commericiality.

But the cast was distinctive with the characters fleshed up by the people playing them. I enjoyed all their performances.

The pace was impeccably timed for the concurrent 3 stories to run side by side, and everything was so amped up that I could not recall a lull in the movie.

The idea of how vast our minds are while sleeping, and how it could liberate us from limits and boundaries.

I know this is a bit off topic, but the most vivid dream I ever had, was one that was layered. Strange as it sounds, but it was a dream that freaked me out the most, ever, but the dream within the dream was the one that was the most realistic that my senses remembered for a very, very long time.

Okay, I am no Christopher Nolan, so there is no way I could describe it creatively, and convincingly without sounding I am half a lunatic.

Not that I think anyone want to steal my dreams, but if my dreams are ever intruded and Christopher Nolan wanna make a movie of it, it would be a meat fest of different yummy men and be rated child unfriendly. Nolan might need to venture into another film market which uhm, giggles, might work better with credit cards.

Cough.. s… l… u.. t… cough.

Why do I keep steering off topic?!?!

Anyway.

After watching the movie, I actually thought it is damn possible to transcend logic and venture into another world via our dreams, and the expansive imagination to engineer an original set for dreams to be set in.. WOW. Just wow. Wonderland wouldn’t have charmed me that much compared to a universe closer to reality created by the mind.

It is very much the little things and all the elements that make this show works for me, though people might feel an extreme of if it was overhyped, too complicated, too simple, too commercial, too… overrated.

Got action, got sci-fi, got romance, got friendship, got hot men, got mentor-ship, got family, got things being blown up, got hot men, got gun fight, got children (*sniff sniff*), got inner struggles, got hot men and everyone kinda survived. Did I mention Tom Hardy, Joseph Gordon Levitt, and Cillian Murphy? Nuff said.

But it was refreshing from the usual plots, and it certainly worked for me to be one of the more enjoyable movies in a long, long while.

Worth a watch, and if at the end of the movie, he didn’t care if the totem fall, perhaps I shouldn’t be too caught up with how I wished it did (and thus, ignoring all the other signs), and then it had became a dream come true for him.

He’s happy, he has found what he had been looking for. So, regardless, so what if it was the reality or not?

And that was how, the genius of a director had left us with a buzz to carry on guessing. The power of suggestion. The power of Inception, pun fully intended.

Well, it is real, as long as you believe.