No bullshit. No facade. No exaggerations.
I'm completely in love. My birthday was fine. The long weekend in Cali was fine. The date I had this past weekend was more than fine. I finally went to see what I've wanted to see for over a month - Inception - and fell madly in love.
Rarely does a movie come along that earns that affection, but it's 100% true; I love that fucking film.
Maybe it had to do with the shitty movie, The Expendables, I watched just before Inception that made me fall so hard. And I won't sugar coat shit for anyone's benefit, the Expendables sucked an old man's crusty, saggy balls. Not even worthy of a decent bashing, by myself of anyone else. Let's just say it's a dismal failure and leave it at that.
Back to the love.
Sure, it isn't perfect, but it's damn close; close as a movie can get, especially one that has so many threads and subplots. Leo's superb, better with every movie. Gordon-Levitt makes me want to buy a tiny purse and cart him around in it. Cinematography is beautiful. Action? Better than Stallone so much as wished he could create. From start to finish, it had me. I didn't want it to end, didn't want to leave; caught up in one of those endings that, once you watch it, you're compelled to immediately watch it all over again.
Jacob's Ladder-esque, but on a much larger scale.
So many details, so much to keep track of; so many twists, turns. With luck, I'll get a personal copy of it sometime today, and I'm giddy, without appetite, and smoking too many cigarettes.
I love good, unique creations. I love art. And Inception is both, a masterpiece.
