There is a lot to admire about
Inception, and the movie is an unquestionable must-see. Christopher
Nolan's epic has a massive conceptual scope, a varied and talented
cast, startling visuals, and it exhibits the mastery of filmmaking craft
that Nolan has become known for. The movie moves along at a fast
pace - perhaps a little too fast, which is the same criticism I had
of Nolan's otherwise outstanding The Dark Knight - and delivers
a thrilling narrative that is tightly constructed and carefully delivered.
But plot is heavily favored here, to the point that the opening hour
amounts to an assault of information, an extraordinarily detailed setup
that is unquestionably ambitious, but borders on the numbing.
The exclusive focus on exposition in the first half is detrimental to
this otherwise absorbing picture in two ways: it prevents substantial
character development, and is too transparently a justification of the
film's second half.
I'll keep the plot summary
brief in order to avoid spoilers, and because everyone and their grandmother
is going to go see this movie anyway. Leonardo DiCaprio and Joseph
Gordon-Levitt play Dom and Arthur, respectively, a pair of professionals
who specialize in securing - and/or stealing - the thoughts of their
clients. They access intellectual capital by entering their subjects'
dreams, where they can manipulate or extract information, depending
upon the nature of the job. On the run from their corporate employer,
the two are hired by their one-time subject, Saito (Ken Watanabe), to
perform an "inception" - planting a thought or idea in the mind
of another. They accept, and go about assembling a team to design
and execute the dream, a multi-layered affair containing dreams-within-dreams.
However, Dom's personal demons - guilt over his relationship with
his wife Mal (Marion Cotillard) and her unwelcome intrusions into his
own dream-world - put the entire mission, and the lives of his team,
A thrilling opening sequence
grabs us by the short and curlies, and tosses us headfirst into the
film's roiling, sensory-intensive universe. But shortly thereafter
things quickly devolve into a long and long-winded tour of The Rules
of Dreamland - how dreams are accessed, how they can be manipulated,
how the members of the team should and should not behave while inside
a subject's dream, and so on. Of course, no film that operates
in a realm of fantasy can or should try to avoid setting up its own
rules - they fundamentally establish narrative credibility and help
the film engage with the audience in an honest way. But Inception
largely sets aside the ambitions of its own story while taking a full
hour to explain its concept in plain terms, and mostly through expository
dialogue, which is one of filmdom's easiest storytelling cheats -
and one that is always in danger of losing an audience. Film is
a visual medium, and Nolan's over-dependence on bald-faced exposition
flattens his otherwise ingenious concept.
Once DiCaprio's "dream
team" (himself, Gordon-Levitt, and four others) enters the dreams
of their subject (a business executive played by Cillian Murphy), the
film takes off just as we know it should. The different layers
of the dream take place, respectively, in a version of New York City,
inside an opulent hotel, and at a snow-bound mountain fortress worthy
of SPECTRE. (Kudos to Nolan for gun battle on skis, especially
now that the Bond franchise is in limbo.) The dream's nested
narratives in themselves represent a filmmaking challenge like nothing
else in big-budget Hollywood cinema. Which brings me to what will
potentially - and hopefully - be the most salient and lasting thing
about Inception: if the film succeeds, it may awaken Hollywood's
awareness of the market for intelligent blockbusters. Although
it's not perfect, Inception proves the potential of significant
cinematic resources in the hands of an auteur with a vision, as opposed
to being entrusted to a bunch of suits topped by fat-filled skulls.
Despite a plot-packed script
that scrimps a bit on character development, the uniformly excellent
cast makes the most of their varied roles. DiCaprio is given little
to do with the exception of a handful of scenes - especially toward
the climax - that, despite their emotional appeal, are rushed by the
demands of the detail-driven plot. Tiny Ellen Page is strong as
the dream "architect," a university student who also uncovers the
extent to which DiCaprio has unwittingly endangered the entire crew.
Cotillard is commanding as Mal; it's a John Locke-type role in that
it calls for difficult shadings to suggest a potentially sinister other-ness.
And Tom Berenger (!) shows up - his presence somehow cheered me, even
though he seems to have taken the Mickey Rourke route and donned a mask
of his own face.
Christopher Nolan continues
to grow and excel as a filmmaker with a consummate sense of craft, a
bold vision, and the balls to execute it with great skill. From
a technical perspective, Inception is flawless. The writer-director
is aided here by many members of his Batman team: photographer
Wally Pfister, editor Lee Smith, and composer Hans Zimmer - all of
whom deliver stellar work. They are joined by production designer
Guy Dyas, who is charged with the task of designing a broad variety
of fictional locations, and succeeds wonderfully. Although Nolan
unwisely front-loads Inception with an inordinate quantity of
detail, the film is recommended.
Casey Burchby lives in Northern California: Twitter, Tumblr.