Inception is a chilling trip into the psyche . . . of writer-director Christopher Nolan, an Anglo-American action director who shattered the Tomatometer of mass-consensus with The Dark Knight.
Nolan's follow-up offers more muted colors, gift-wrapped themes, and GQ leading men with stockbroker comb-backs over the frowns carved in their brows—indicators of high-minded artistry, all. Leo DiCaprio has every reason to scowl, shackled with a character named "Dom Cobb." Fugitive Cobb is a corporate espionage hired-gun expert at "extraction": lifting secrets out of targets' minds. Drugging them, then joining them for naptime, Cobb can drop in to guest-star in their dreams, and there pick the locks of his marks' subconscious—often represented as an actual safebox, as everything in dreamlife is signified by genre-movie totems.
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