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Thursday, July 29
OBLIGATORY 'INCEPTION' POST
THE GINO: EIGHTEEN DOLLARS?!
COLLECTIVE GROUP: WHAT THE FACKING SHIT FACK.
They all pay.
THE JULI: For this price, I better get my fucking MIND blown awa--
ME: FOR THIS PRICE I BETTER GET MY DICK BLOWN.
It's very easy to get sold on Inception in its exterior devices alone, but it really succeeds when you later realize you failed to take its world into rational consideration upon viewing: We aren't just fascinated by the film's rules. We so easily accept them.
However, for being a work about traversing the mind's infinite depth, it could have destroyed so many more boundaries--the ones we know and the ones we hoped the film would invent. Still, though, pop sci-fi porn. As my 10-year-old self would say, "Cool beans, man!"