Barnardo’s, Whetstone. Baffling Christopher Nolan thriller about espionage conducted within dreams – on multiple levels. Buried within a highly convoluted plot is a powerful film about loss and grief, but it fails on many levels. There’s no chemistry between the characters, despite the excellent Leonardo DiCaprio. Parts of the multi-level-dream plot don’t really make sense. Plus, the trial-run worlds created by the female dream architect were far more interesting than the actual ones in which the bulk of the film is set. So instead of her streets that bend and warp psychedelically (as "borrowed" for Doctor Strange), you get a hotel plunged into zero gravity (mildly diverting) and a bog-standard building in a snowscape (Bond film meets Hoth’s Echo Base in The Empire Strikes Back). I still don’t understand why the team were being constantly shot at, and the effect of all this is ultimately numbing. With hard-to-love characters and worlds within worlds that aren’t real, why should you care about any of it?
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