Can a critic who headlines his column by asking, “Can Someone Please Explain Inception to Me?” really be capable of reviewing it? About Christopher Nolan, T-Rex says this: “He’s got vision, but creating jigsaw puzzles nobody can figure out… doesn’t seem like much of an accomplishment to me.”
You know, my grandmother would be baffled if she tried to use an iPhone. That doesn’t mean it’s not an impressive accomplishment (well, at least the 3G was). Some things are beyond Rex Reed’s comprehension, fine. That’s why I’d pass up his explanations of string theory and female orgasms in favor of smarter authorities who might have a firmer grasp of those topics. So what’s the value of his Inception analysis for me? About the same value the movie has for him. None. Sorry, but “I don’t get it” doesn’t cut it. That’s a worthless opinion and a pathetic excuse for a review.
Like other Christopher Nolan head scratchers-the brainless Memento, the perilously inert Insomnia, the contrived illusionist thriller The Prestige, the idiotic Batman Begins and the mechanical, maniacally baffling and laughably overrated The Dark Knight-this latest deadly exercise in smart-aleck filmmaking without purpose from Mr. Nolan’s scrambled eggs for brains makes no sense whatsoever. Is it clear that I have consistently hated his movies without exception, and I have yet to see one of them that makes one lick of sense.
Rex Reed, the Larry King of film critics.