Two hundred and fifty-eighth film: Inception. This film is — for the most part and with an apology for saying so — a dream. The plot, that of a bunch of subconscious-roaming thieves raiding dreamt spaces for corporate secrets and planting ideas, is just accessible enough to be gripping and just complicated enough that watching it again feels like a delicious necessity. A fantastic ending, a generous spray of hints and clues throughout, an only moderately irritating love story, and a double-hotness punch of both Tom Hardy and Cillian Murphy, I enjoyed this so, so much. The only awkward clang is a strong feeling that Leonardo DiCaprio is just entirely the wrong choice for playing the lead. Still. Wow. Four and four-fifths backwards falls into a bathtub out of five.
