It's Just Abbey

So last night I finally went to the theater and saw Inception. Hoppie and I would have seen it when it first came out but I was in a mood and Despicable Me was a better option (IT’S SO FLUFFY!!)

I sat there in the theater with a giant tub of, quite frankly, under buttered popcorn and a drum of Coke. Yes, my mind was blown. Twice. At the same time. It was intense and amazing. There were a few moments my head was cocked completely sideways with my mouth slacked open.

Seriously, how fun was the hallway scene?

So on our way home as I snacked on the leftover popcorn Hoppie said, “I don’t understand what people didn’t get about that movie.”

Frankly, neither did I. Seemed pretty straight forward beginning to end. Everything made sense in a really freaky, insane kind of way. I just shrugged and made a joke about people not understanding math.

Later that night after a few beers and an epic round of Fat Princess I wondered out loud about the ending of the movie. Wouldn’t it have been cliché (or AWESOME!) if the whole movie was a dream and not just the ending.

Thus began one of the longest, most stubborn fight Hoppie and I have ever had. Turns out we understood the ending differently and were completely baffled by the others ignorance. It isn’t worth completely rehashing but it went something like this, in a nutshell.

Me: The ending was in a dream!
Hoppie: He was in reality!
Me: The top didn’t stop spinning!
Hoppie: It wobbled!
Me: It weeble wobbled but it didn’t fall down! DREAM!
Hoppie: REALITY!
Me: It is okay to be wrong.
Hoppie: Yes it is. I am glad you are okay being wrong!

This went on for a while. A long while. Just rehashing the last few minutes of the film over and over shouting, “SEE! MY POINT EXACTLY!”

It was determined to call the ending Schrödinger’s Top. It neither fell nor kept spinning. There is no answer beyond the black. Christopher Nolan is a diabolical mastermind who means to make us all scratch our heads and argue.

Me: But none of them spoke to him! They just nodded! PROJECTIONS!
Hoppie: They couldn’t! It was the job.
Me: But did they get it properly placed in Scarecrow’s mind?
Hoppie: That doesn’t matter. He just wanted to see his kids.
Me: Projections.
Hoppie: Kids.
Me: Projections. They were in the same house? No grandma? Just Alfred showing up and pointing at the projection kids?
Hoppie: Real kids.

I know this argument isn’t new. I know I have about three friends disowning me right now because clearly it was reality and a few just confused. But I blame Nolan for breaking us up. Our relationship is most likely over because of our different notions of reality. We may have to see it again and just argue through the whole thing like a divorced couple screaming about who was getting the dining room table in the split.

But since we are talking about old news let’s talk about how much more awesome Leonardo DiCaprio is than during the whole Titanic thing? I watched Titanic the other day and all I could think was, “Someone feed that boy a sandwich!” Good job Leo. I didn’t get your sexy appeal in the 6th grade but I sure as hell get you now.

And so does Hoppie. Maybe that common bond will save our poor, crumbling relationship.