Thank you Will Ferrell, your annual festival of inverted macho bellowing has done its work, and America is waking from the fever dream of actually thinking that Inception was a good movie. Sure, it had the signs of a good movie--you couldn't go to McDonald's and get a plastic Leonardo DiCaprio bobblehead for example--and basically all the critics who either self-publish on their own Google Ads-fueled websites or got their job at the third-tier daily paper thanks to their uncle the publisher loooved it (five gazillion percent on Rotten Tomatoes!)--but now the world is returning to normal.
I recommend Seventeen Ways of Criticizing Inception. (And he didn't even mention the most obvious, discussed here before.)
I recommend Seventeen Ways of Criticizing Inception. (And he didn't even mention the most obvious, discussed here before.)