Friday 30 July 2010

no extended fight scenes, explosions or guns in sight.

bleak hospice yards circled by barbed wire fences, peopled by horribly disfigured lepers endlessly stumbling through the damp and the wet, herded about by harridans in Mother Teresa saris

a stadium in the middle of nowhere filled with bizarre sideshow freaks and stalls selling rancid food and shiny gadgets that don't work, all overseen by a crew of evil children

a spaceship landing on a distant world where reality is shaped by imagination, the crew's Utopian endeavour, the fate of the one crewmember who flees this world, and why...

I don't know. I just don't dream like the people in Nolan's universe.

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