So, another film from Christopher Nolan. A Blockbuster with the big cheeses and fresh new cheeses and one particularly old over-ripe cheese. I heard before going that everyone wanted to work with him and after The Dark Knight he could probably have made any film he wanted. He did. I don't know who else would have wanted to make it. Unnecessary layers and levels that would have had the crickets rubbing their legs in joyous despair had it been a Shyamalan film. I went as deep as the snow filled layer before being overwhelmed by the pointlessness of it all.
The idea works, in his childhood the Doctor read a sci-fi novel where there were murders in dreams, and it needed two people to enter the dreamscape, both dreaming at the same time. Damned if I can remember the title of it. Anyway, this film is as bloated as Tom Berenger, who proudly joins the ranks of smoothly expanding former leading men, pioneered in the modern age by William Shatner (with James Spader doing his best to look like his son). Presumably this look is required to stay in the secret society formed by Orson Wells.