Time to hide the tops.
Jul. 28th, 2010 12:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sesquipedaliaticHome now from seeing Inception and I have two things to say.
1. Dear Christopher Nolan: we clearly appreciate the same things when it comes to the male form. Please see: Cillian Murphy and Joseph Gordon-Levitt. MUCH LOVE, Me.
2. Is actually many things, in the form of mental barf and as such, includes an excessive use of parentheses and spoilers in a big way.
WHOA. My brain needs a second viewing (at least) to process all that.
First: BEST MOVIE AUDIENCE EVER. I love invested audiences (please see: WHY I DO THEATRE), and everyone in this theatre was TOTALLY into the movie. As soon as we got the shot of the top at the end, everyone pretty much stopped breathing and when it cut away to the title, you'd think each of us had been popped with a pin. Everyone deflated audibly, with a smattering of applause, sighs, and a great deal of nervous/relieved/overwhelmed/satisfied laughter (much of which was my own).
The transition at the end of the credits from the Piaf song back into the orchestral music was AWESOME and TERRIFYING. It kicked my heart rate up, and all that was on screen was the end of the credit scroll.
OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM SUITS. Not just pretty suits, but pretty suits worn well, accented well, and designed brilliantly. Ellen Page's suit in the 2nd layer (the hotel) was FANTASTIC. Beautiful stitch lines both for tailoring and accenting. Random note: in at least one shot, her earrings were clip ons. The clear plastic bit to attach the back to the front was visible in one extreme close up, though I don't remember exactly where now.
I'm not entirely sure what it is about Cillian Murphy that hits my buttons, but MAN. The pretty aside (AND OH THE PRETTY!), I love watching him on screen. There's something so very compelling about him (which is part of what made him such an awesome Scarecrow), something that prevents me from looking away or focusing elsewhere when he's on screen. The bit with him trying to remember the numbers in the first layer (the warehouse, post-kidnapping) was so earnest and layered (hah!) and fantastic. And speaking of Scarecrow, I definitely snerked when we got the shot of Robert Fischer with a canvas bag over his head.
Relatedly: IMDB's trivia page just pointed out the interesting name choice for Cillian Murphy's character: Robert Fischer. There's a moderately famous Robert Fischer, though he usually goes by Bobby.
Tangentially: Dear Self, Perhaps it's time to branch into new music when your knowledge of historical figures is driven primarily by your listening to musicals.
Have I mentioned the costumes lately? Because YUM. French cuffs with wonderful cuff links (which I keep hearing might be reflections of the door lock that lead to the hospital room?), tie pins, collar clips, and SUSPENDERS. Oh my god suspenders. Patterned suspenders that accent his suit and shirt. BE STILL MY HEART. Be still my mental Doctor Who references.
I love the concept of layers of reality. I suspect, at heart, anyone who considers him or herself a sci fi or fantasy nerd or who knowingly takes pleasure in the escapist qualities of media has some attachment to this concept. Hell, it's appealing to anyone facing dire circumstances, or a shitty day, or an unfulfilled dream.
...
I'm not entirely sure where this thought was headed. Leaving it where it is to say yay for a cleanly presented concept of dreams-as-reality.
Slight detour: I generally dislike the "what if it's all a dream" plot lines. Buffy did it in an episode I loathed, Doctor Who danced in that direction (but redeemed itself moderately), and something else I saw recently used the same trope. Had the movie been from Mal's perspective, it would have fallen neatly into the pile of WRONG BAD MADE IT GO AWAY. But it wasn't, and so it didn't.
Bah, now I'm typing myself in circles. Moving on.
OH THAT'S RIGHT. THE WIRE WORK. UNF.
Wire work (much like distressing) is one of those things that I know just enough about to recognize when it's done poorly. THIS WAS NOT THE CASE. WOW. First of all, Mr. Joseph Gordon-Levitt is disgustingly graceful without looking balletic. The BRILLIANCE of the fight in the hotel hallway as the van was rolling, with him positively bouncing off the walls! It made me clap gleefully and think happy Ender's Game thoughts. Had I been sitting next to an avid sci fi reader, I totally would have leaned over to whisper "The battle room is down."
Question: When Ellen Page's character is first building a world for DiCaprio's character, she swings the two giant mirrored doors so that they face each other. I felt like that was supposed to be a significant moment (beyond the shock of them shattering), but it totally sailed over my head. Thoughts?
That's enough for now. More later, perhaps.
Other people who saw Inception an wrote about it. Where are you? I know I saw posts about it over the last week or so, but now I can't find them!
1. Dear Christopher Nolan: we clearly appreciate the same things when it comes to the male form. Please see: Cillian Murphy and Joseph Gordon-Levitt. MUCH LOVE, Me.
2. Is actually many things, in the form of mental barf and as such, includes an excessive use of parentheses and spoilers in a big way.
WHOA. My brain needs a second viewing (at least) to process all that.
First: BEST MOVIE AUDIENCE EVER. I love invested audiences (please see: WHY I DO THEATRE), and everyone in this theatre was TOTALLY into the movie. As soon as we got the shot of the top at the end, everyone pretty much stopped breathing and when it cut away to the title, you'd think each of us had been popped with a pin. Everyone deflated audibly, with a smattering of applause, sighs, and a great deal of nervous/relieved/overwhelmed/satisfied laughter (much of which was my own).
The transition at the end of the credits from the Piaf song back into the orchestral music was AWESOME and TERRIFYING. It kicked my heart rate up, and all that was on screen was the end of the credit scroll.
OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM SUITS. Not just pretty suits, but pretty suits worn well, accented well, and designed brilliantly. Ellen Page's suit in the 2nd layer (the hotel) was FANTASTIC. Beautiful stitch lines both for tailoring and accenting. Random note: in at least one shot, her earrings were clip ons. The clear plastic bit to attach the back to the front was visible in one extreme close up, though I don't remember exactly where now.
I'm not entirely sure what it is about Cillian Murphy that hits my buttons, but MAN. The pretty aside (AND OH THE PRETTY!), I love watching him on screen. There's something so very compelling about him (which is part of what made him such an awesome Scarecrow), something that prevents me from looking away or focusing elsewhere when he's on screen. The bit with him trying to remember the numbers in the first layer (the warehouse, post-kidnapping) was so earnest and layered (hah!) and fantastic. And speaking of Scarecrow, I definitely snerked when we got the shot of Robert Fischer with a canvas bag over his head.
Relatedly: IMDB's trivia page just pointed out the interesting name choice for Cillian Murphy's character: Robert Fischer. There's a moderately famous Robert Fischer, though he usually goes by Bobby.
Tangentially: Dear Self, Perhaps it's time to branch into new music when your knowledge of historical figures is driven primarily by your listening to musicals.
Have I mentioned the costumes lately? Because YUM. French cuffs with wonderful cuff links (which I keep hearing might be reflections of the door lock that lead to the hospital room?), tie pins, collar clips, and SUSPENDERS. Oh my god suspenders. Patterned suspenders that accent his suit and shirt. BE STILL MY HEART. Be still my mental Doctor Who references.
I love the concept of layers of reality. I suspect, at heart, anyone who considers him or herself a sci fi or fantasy nerd or who knowingly takes pleasure in the escapist qualities of media has some attachment to this concept. Hell, it's appealing to anyone facing dire circumstances, or a shitty day, or an unfulfilled dream.
...
I'm not entirely sure where this thought was headed. Leaving it where it is to say yay for a cleanly presented concept of dreams-as-reality.
Slight detour: I generally dislike the "what if it's all a dream" plot lines. Buffy did it in an episode I loathed, Doctor Who danced in that direction (but redeemed itself moderately), and something else I saw recently used the same trope. Had the movie been from Mal's perspective, it would have fallen neatly into the pile of WRONG BAD MADE IT GO AWAY. But it wasn't, and so it didn't.
Bah, now I'm typing myself in circles. Moving on.
OH THAT'S RIGHT. THE WIRE WORK. UNF.
Wire work (much like distressing) is one of those things that I know just enough about to recognize when it's done poorly. THIS WAS NOT THE CASE. WOW. First of all, Mr. Joseph Gordon-Levitt is disgustingly graceful without looking balletic. The BRILLIANCE of the fight in the hotel hallway as the van was rolling, with him positively bouncing off the walls! It made me clap gleefully and think happy Ender's Game thoughts. Had I been sitting next to an avid sci fi reader, I totally would have leaned over to whisper "The battle room is down."
Question: When Ellen Page's character is first building a world for DiCaprio's character, she swings the two giant mirrored doors so that they face each other. I felt like that was supposed to be a significant moment (beyond the shock of them shattering), but it totally sailed over my head. Thoughts?
That's enough for now. More later, perhaps.
Other people who saw Inception an wrote about it. Where are you? I know I saw posts about it over the last week or so, but now I can't find them!