Saturday
Jul242010

Inception and the Idea Virus

As a popcorn movie, Inception is very flawed indeed. It's hard to follow, even willfully oblique at times. There are long stretches of sci-fi talk, and longer stretches with almost no dialogue. The characters are intriguing but thinly developed — the viewer never gets a clear idea of why they do the things they do or care about the things they care about.

That said, I'm totally fascinated by this movie. I saw it on opening weekend and will probably see it again before the end of what is sure to be a long theatrical run. Every bit as much as the launch of the iPhone or the death of Michael Jackson, Inception stirred within me the feeling of watching cultural history unfold in real time.

Why does it work, despite all its difficulties? The answer is in the trailer (in fact, it's one of the only intelligible things about the trailer — you can't talk about this movie for long without spoiling the plot). "What's the most resilient parasite?" asks the disemodied voice of Leonardo DiCaprio. Before we have time to guess, he answers himself: "An idea."

That catch phrase is glib and far from novel, but Inception might be the first time anyone's built such an expansive work of art on it — especially one with such broad mass-market appeal. It should be frustrating that the things that are missing from the movie are the things you most want explained — the whole complicated taxonomy of dream exploration, which physical laws carry over from the real world and which don't, how Leo got into the dream caper business to begin with. But the feeling those information gaps inspire isn't frustration — it's curiosity. Better yet, it's an itch — one that only somebody with the same curiosities can scratch for you.

This is why when Donnie Darko came out, the world was divided into people who didn't get it and people who completely lived and breathed it. You couldn't begin to understand Richard Kelly's weird suburban time-travel drama without doing a bunch of extracurricular work. That meant buying the DVD and watching the special features; it meant going to the website, which eschewed the usual cast bios and press photos for a creepy choose-your-own-adventure game that raised more questions than it answered. More than anything, it meant finding other people who shared your curiosity and dissecting the story over and over again.

Movies like Inception and Donnie Darko are guided by a principle that will likely guide most of the art people care about for years to come: buried within the art is the implulse to spread it. It's like Twitter, or like fax machines when they were first invented — the more popular it is, the better it works.

IF AND ONLY IF YOU HAVE SEEN THE FILM, I encourage you to check out this amazing interview with Dileep Rao, the actor who plays Yusuf the chemist. It's a conversation you'd sooner expect to hear in a college dorm room than in New York magazine, and it lays out some of the rules of dreaming without spoiling the magic. Needless to say, I'm dying to keep this conversation going; email me if Inception or something like it has given you the curiosity itch.

SPOILERS AHEAD:
Inception's Dileep Rao Answers All Your Questions about Inception
(NY Mag)

UPDATE: NY Mag has also published a very thoughtful essay that gives an alternative reading of Inception's frame story. Again, if you haven't seen the movie, do yourself the favor before reading this.

The Hidden "Inception" within Inception (NY Mag)

Saturday
Jul102010

I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it

Be advised: Somewhere out there, some clever music industry type has been hard at work turning all our female pop stars into robots.

Robyn - Fembot

Christina Aguilera - Elastic Love

Janelle Monae - Tightrope (ft. Big Boi)

Saturday
Jul102010

Open your heart to me

Monday
Jul052010

It's like a vision of love that seems to be true

It's widely accepted that if a rock song has a breakdown section, it will almost always be the best part of the song. Here are the first two I can remember hearing:

Ted Leo and the Pharmacists - Bridges, Squares

The Get Up Kids - Action & Action

Friday
May282010

Stand Clear of the Closing Doors

On my way home tonight I passed Death & Co., an East Village bar with a speakeasy theme. The name of this place has always irritated me, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious too. There are no windows — just a foreboding wood façade and a door with a wrought-iron handle. Gathering my aplomb, I decided that this would be the night I would see the inside. BUT! Not so fast. There was a woman. With a list.

"Good evening."

"Uh...good evening."

"Are you meeting someone inside?" I'm not a total sap — I know the answer to this: "Yes." The woman says nothing. I give up some ground: "Should I...have them meet me outside?" She nods, with a knowing look.

Plenty of people would have given up and gone home at this point. But because I apparently care if a stranger thinks I'm lying, I just take a few steps from the door and put my cell phone to my ear. What am I doing? Listening to a message? I do not have a plan. And then, suddenly: a man. Also with a list.

"I think I know who you're here to see. The redheaded girl — is she your friend?"

Again, I know the answer to this one, though I'm a little rattled by now. "Yeah. Yes." I do not look him in the eye.

"What's your name?" I see no reason to lie about this, so I tell him, and show him my ID. "I can bring you inside." In a flash he escorts me through the door and toward a table where a veritable youth-and-beauty brigade, among them a girl with brilliant red hair, are sitting and schmoozing.

In the movie version of this moment, I thank the door guy and break away from him. I walk confidently over to the redhead and explain under my breath that I just lied to get in, and would she pretend to know me for a minute. A conversation is struck up, introductions are made. I say yes to life, and probably end up with new friends and a killer story.

This is not what happens. Instead, the door guy and I get closer, and closer, and closer to the table, and when we're within spitting distance, I chicken out and pretend to get a call. The guy tries to make it easy for me: "Aren't these the people you're here for?" I'll have none of it: "Yes, but, something something." Mumble and gesture until you're out the door and halfway down the block. Don't look back. I power-walk home, and then write about my non-experience on the internet.

By the way: Death & Co? Just a bar. A fancy one with an old-world vibe and some antique-looking sconces, but nonetheless, just a bar. Mission accomplished...he said bitterly.

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