It's My Party

I've often thought of 7 as my lucky number, or at least something of a favourite. I write 7 with a line through the vertical on recommendation after my poor legibility in fourth year maths mixed it up with 2. The reason I shoehorned that memory in is because the blog is seven years old today.

Sleep Dealer

red bridge, the|G|TM, 2009

Hard to believe it's two years since Inception was released. I know what you're thinking - was Cobb still dreaming? Well at this point I'm not sure it's that important or even worth debating, despite my previous intention to write an analysis that really got into the story. In the same way 2001: A Space Odyssey has been interpreted as a metaphor for film-making, Inception was early on described as Christopher Nolan's film about the art of film. The cut to black can be read either way and argued about for all time to the pleasure of Warner's DVD division, either way it marks the end of the film and the end of the film as our shared dream. In Nolan's words (my emphasis):

I put that cut there at the end, imposing an ambiguity from outside the film. That always felt the right ending to me - it always felt like the appropriate "kick" to me.

Regardless of which is the true narrative of Inception, it brought lucid dreaming into the popular consciousness which can still be seen two years on. And two years on I'm marginally closer to lucid dreaming.