Confession time. When I went to the Austin screening of Inception, exactly one week ago, I took it in, enjoyed it immensely, and was pretty much finished thinking about it by the time my head hit the pillow a couple of hours later. I'd heard it was a great movie, and while I completely agreed, I thought some of its goodness may have been amplified by most of this Summer's unusual amount of badness.
It's strange to think that a fantastic movie like Inception might seem like a bigger deal when placed against a desert of idiotic and uninvolving product. Shouldn't great just mean great? I felt odd, because I really liked the film, but it seems like there are people going absolutely gaga bananas over-the-moon for it. I'd count it as my favorite film this year, but there's something about it that's keeping me a little restrained.