The surprising thing, I thought, was how very confusing I didn't find it. After all the 1991-esque talk of 'Whoa, it'll blow your TINY HUMAN MIND!" and that, it was essentially a fairly linear film. Okay, so it was a linear film in which the guy from Third Rock from the Sun goes spinning about a corridor in a magical dream world, but who hasn't done that? (Seriously, though: if it was my dreams they were tapping into, there'd be plenty less hotel corridors and snowbases and many more unicorn chases. Unicorn chases are brilliant.)

About the lack of those unicorns: Inception was, as I should have guessed from the quarters that the most effusive praise came from, very much A Boy's Film For Boys. The female characters were either underwritten (Ellen Page) or annoying and underwritten (Leonardo DiCaprio's wife, but in the film). And I did end up finding the relentless huge-ness of everything slightly wearying: dreams are pretty stupid, when you come down to it. They're supposed to be. Again, if you tapped into my subconscious you wouldn't end up with an IMPORTANT FILM OF SYMBOLIC SIGNIFICANCE, but then you wouldn't end up with many people in the audience either. (Except that one guy, but I wish he'd just give it a rest.)

Anyway, boyliness and lack of confusing unicorns aside, I award Inception a score of 82%. I'm confident that everyone is relieved that I have now added my considered thoughts to the scant commentary about this film available elsewhere on the internet.