Walking through the little streets of Melbourne – trying impossibly to find the location of a poorly signed club from a hastily scrawled map – while ever wondering if the night’s film will even make it to the screen, one cannot help but be reminded – in the heat of this excitement – of that astute observation once made by Georges Bataille: that “the successful transgression…maintains the prohibition in order to benefit by it”.
Inception operates at the cutting edge of contemporary narrative comprehension, spectatorial skill and processing speed: a position that will diminish, without fail, over time. But for now, raising this bar is a film that incites as much contempt (or at least, misunderstanding) as devotion.