![]() Yet even without an emotional wallop able to deliver dead-on Inception is in my gingham-pillowcase diary, and to date I’ve seen it three times.At first I thought it was because Christopher Nolan cracked into my subconscious, found the coconut, and scrawled in the margins of my balled-up secrets: “Buy another ticket to Inception.” Actually, I can’t say for sure that he didn’t in some way, but by trip to the cinema number three I figured out Inception’s real obsessive allure for me. One of the big complaints by critics, however, is that Inception lacks emotional weight despite Cobbs’ emotional back-story.I would agree that there isn’t enough, in an already long movie, between Cobbs and his wife and kids to hook me.Maybe because we only ever saw his projection of Mal, never the real Mal, and his projection of her was a bitch.Maybe because the characters were upstaged by the special effects and the ideas of Inception.I mean, check the famous rotating hallway scene.Do you even care which characters are in peril here?Or do you just care that there’s a rotating hallway smack-down for the ages going on? ![]() Platoon is in the gingham-pillowcase diary for this reason, the usual reason.When I was sixteen I saw Platoon so many times my family huddled around the kitchen counter and wondered, “What if she starts having flashbacks at school?”I didn’t just re-watch it.I’d re-watch certain moments.Elias’ splayed-arm death in the field to “Adagio for Strings,” for example.I wrote my every term paper on Vietnam that year, each one ending with, “And that’s why they should never have let Sergeant Barnes be in charge of anyone.Bastards!” Just as Inception’s Cobbs determines the best way to make an idea stick is to match it with an emotional catharsis, so it is with an obsession-worthy movie. Or is it Mary Anne?I’m not telling!īut where would your subconscious tuck all things sentimental?Let me rephrase that – all things surpassing sentimental and entering obsessive adoration?My subconscious favors an eight-year-old’s diary, the sort that you can pop the lock off of with a pencil, the kind that invites puffy stickers and haiku about the boy who broke his arm rollerskating over trashcan lids.And my subconscious would naturally keep this diary in a ruffled gingham pillowcase.This is where you’ll now find Inception filed away in my mind, but it hasn’t found its home there for the usual reasons. If you imagine in a dream some sort of bank vault, your subconscious will instinctively shove all your secrets in there, typed single-spaced on resume paper with “confidential” stamped across the top in red ink.That’s how it works in Inception, anyway.This is your brain: an empty dining room with sliding doors and paper lanterns.This is your brain with secrets: a combination safe behind a painting on said dining room wall.My, aren’t you clever?My brain, however, keeps its secrets in a hollowed-out coconut guarded by Gilligan.
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