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Like many, I was very happy with Inception. I left the theater with that slightly hallucinatory high of shifted perceptions and heightened senses that a good movie lets you out with.
I think Inception was as much--if not more--a meditation on the waking dream that is the experience of movies themselves, and film making, as it was on actual dreaming.
I particularly loved the film's take on subconscious time, which I read as being about subjective time, that sense that you can tunnel down into some moments and spend years there while those moments are objectively, on the surface, the same passage of time as other brief ticks of it.
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Coming out of the theater, the weather, exceptionally kind for this far into an Austin summer--lovely. Massed scudding storm clouds, a recent rain and more in the eaves of the sky...that kind of soft wind that bells out like silk, rather than cuts, laden with rain, stands of tall wildflowers rustling as you pass by...
I think Inception was as much--if not more--a meditation on the waking dream that is the experience of movies themselves, and film making, as it was on actual dreaming.
I particularly loved the film's take on subconscious time, which I read as being about subjective time, that sense that you can tunnel down into some moments and spend years there while those moments are objectively, on the surface, the same passage of time as other brief ticks of it.
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Coming out of the theater, the weather, exceptionally kind for this far into an Austin summer--lovely. Massed scudding storm clouds, a recent rain and more in the eaves of the sky...that kind of soft wind that bells out like silk, rather than cuts, laden with rain, stands of tall wildflowers rustling as you pass by...
