A 2 hour 20 minute guilt trip.

Rating: 1/10 (1 January 2011)

I suppose you have to hand it to Chris Nolan. He made Warners so much money with his Batman revamp that was able to call the shots and sell not only them but a large segment of the (i suspect mostly male) movie going audience this risible turd of celluloid.
Forget about the unoriginality (The Matrix, the architect), the protracted opening 45 minute snooze fest explanation and the sleepwalking acting (Dicaprio included). What really bugged me was that the whole corporate espionage yarn was a complete red herring. It was an excuse to tag on some action sequences that some impressive CG aside were really nothing to shout about. The alpine scene (sorry layer) was especially lame. I almost expected to see Burton and Eastwood appear on screen chased by Nazi mountain troops. Maybe someone could have dreamt them into the story at this point. Or even James Bond.
Plot summary and spoiler alert below-
You see Dicaprio had this problem with his wife committing suicide instigated by a previous inception so to rid him of her malign influence from his own dreams we are given this convoluted tedium in which another character who may be real or more likely may not be real eventually pops the wife in a dream so that Lenny can see his kids again, in a dream. Please.