MARION and the NEW MASTER

There is some question in the media as to if the writer/director of “INCEPTION” CHRISTOPHER NOLAN is actually a visionary or not.

Here are the definitions that might apply.

a person of unusually keen foresight.
a person who sees visions.
a person who is given to audacious, highly speculative, or impractical ideas or schemes; dreamer.

I am not going to write a review of the film and pretend that I have all the appropriate insights into Nolan’s mind.

I am of the opinion that he has singlehandedly created a new form of cinema, one that we are going to be paying big money to see in the years that follow.

(There will always be room for character driven smaller films, but action films with no depth may simply have no more audience)

Inception touches on metaphysical ideas about the nature of thoughts and the importance of original ideas. Are Dreams as tangible to us as the so called “real world?”

The expository theme of corporations trying to input thoughts into men’s minds for financial gain and control is interesting, but pales in comparison to the multi-layered story arc that deals with the relationship between Dicaprio’s character and his wife. (Played by the ethereal movie stealer Marion Cotillard)

There is something tragic about the finite nature of true love. You can slow it down, live in the moments, share and laugh as much as possible, but as Nolan knows, there is a tragedy that lurks in the background, that it all has to come to an end.

There are tears that the audience waits to shed, not for the characters exclusively, but for themselves.

It would be ridiculous if this cerebral action film attempted to bring the audience to tears. However, I don’t want to give anything away, but the waterworks were flowing.

The shifting of gears and pacing in the film is absurdly audacious, but miraculously succeeds most of the time.

I guess I am writing a review. Full stop. I didn’t intend to.

All I know personally is that it is all too much for me to take in one sitting.

The audience seemed out of their element. Confused and behind. Satiated ,thrilled but beaten down.

This wasn’t the celluloid journey that they went to school for, that’s because the school hadn’t been constructed yet. However, it feels like fun to catch up. What choice do we have?

I actually came out of the movie (Yonge and Eglinton) feeling confused by the actual reality of people looking at me on the street, and then rushing home for god knows what reason.

If a piece of art can have this effect on me, there is hope yet. It might have been natural to be jealous of this writing and the result. However, I just didn't feel it. I felt inspired.

I then started to settle back into the reality of my new raw food diet, money issues, personal connection and confusion, and then..........it was back to Nolan’s very real world that lingers.