Keep Dreaming

For those of you who've survived to read my minuscule share of cyber "space" can spot the filmy undertones to most of the posts on here. It takes me a lot of mental resistance to keep it minimal but I'm for some reason one of those film smitten blokes. A conversation that involves me isn't really complete without a reference to a movie. I ain't one of those uber-cool guys who can pull off dialogues from a 1930's classic. I can't even remember the exact words that Rose told Jack when he was getting his one way ticket confirmed to the depths of the Atlantic. Despite the spectacularly low gray matter performance, I'd love to address myself as a movie buff. And I can put up a mighty tantrum if someone thinks otherwise.

A couple of days ago I spent a good 10 bucks on a movie that fried the rest of what my cranial cavity held. Equipped with my pseudo film critic look I waited as the titles came on. They began explaining the modus operandi of how they got into one dream after another and when Nolan thought he was being repetitive he sneaked in the "L" word...LIMBO. And that was it, I was officially il-INCEPTION-literate. Cobb and co were the best in the business but for the rest of you,here's and essential rule book before you set into the world of dreams:

1) Sedative administered by South Asian guy is messed up....You can't get things wrong when your high on that. You get killed in your dream?? Off you go to the LIMBOOOO. OCR, OPR, Chivas and Tuskar are milder products.
2) Ok, I'm inside three levels of dreams, how do I get back to where I started? - A KICK!!! but this has to be done right. You need a kick to get out of every level. South Asian sedative...verrrry strong so has to be one helluva KICK. Will help if you're trained in the "How to make Kick Ass KICKS" center in Afghanistan.
3) Duh, I'm so lost in these dreams I don't know what's reality is anymore - Simple, go to the neighborhood antique store pick something that fits in your pocket. Keep checking if it's defies gravity. If it does then you're in a dream brother...Time to wake up. Refer rule 2.
4) Hey, I got this dream machine for my birthday. The manual tells me how to get into a dream but how do I get into another dream from there? Will the dream machine be available in all dreams??? - Hmmmm. Cmon Man it's only a dream don't ask me questions that make me look dumb. Of course the architect can sneak one in every level.
5) I just bought this kick ass dream machine. Sweet stuff, top of the range, but what happens if my mom walks into my room while I'm dreaming and tries to wake me up? - Uh oh, you better buy a nice lock for that room man. If she shakes you that's an earthquake on Level 1 and the effects worsen exponentially in the subsequent levels. No no, you don't wanna do that.
6) Hey Mr.Nolan, my dog died last year and I miss him a lot. Will he appear in my dreams as a projection and try to attack me? - Ask the architect to design some super delicious treats in every level.
7) Dear Mr. Nolan, My neighbor has a smoking hot girlfriend. Can I try out an Inception on him to have him convince his girlfriend to go out with me? - You could but I would not go out with a girl who would listen to her boyfriend and go out with his neighbor.
8) Can I use the dream machine to travel in time? - KEEP DREAMING!

Nolan, take a bow for creating one of the most debated and discussed flicks in HISTORY. I can't review a movie so consider this my tribute to a new genre of film making.

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