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| I doubt science fiction has ever looked this chic. |
Over the course of the weekend, as I’d been tinkering over a few other projects, walking the dog, humoring my dad’s fractured ankle, and ruminating over a second viewing of this summer’s best (not to mention brightest) blockbuster, I came to realize that I was not suffering nearly the same degree of confusion that I had come to expect from Christopher Nolan. And I was a bit sad because of it. At one point during the film, two women sitting behind me, who seemed to by tripping over the mechanics of “
Inception” rather than the story, exclaimed “What’s going on?”
