I finally made it to Christopher Nolan’s Inception. A marvelous film.
However, as it went on, it occurred to me that the top of Nolan’s Netflix queue must have cycled through at least Being John Malkovich, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and Synecdoche, New York while he was writing Inception.
In other words, Nolan has made something of an approximation of a Charlie Kaufman film.
The difference, at least for me, is that Inception somehow lacks the emotional punch of all of those Kaufman films. I dunno, maybe Leo needed to cry more.
That said, the film is the best I’ve seen this year, and Nolan has preserved his place in my list of automatic, must see filmmakers.