Apologies if i stand whilst i speak of the Great Nolan, the altar is full of knick-knacks, the floor is dusty.

I am sure to feel different when i have viewed this spectacle for the third time. As it is i felt no emotional engagement, no desire, no trepidation given that all threats on view were 'contrived' to be dangerous and were not inherently forceful enough to ensure my adrenalin peaked at any point by natural causes.

In short, aside from my vague emotional criticism of something 'confined' by intellectual scripting, the whole does not carry the impact of the individual moment. The sensation was of having watched a two hour twenty minute trailer for a film.

Clever, hence the 4 out of 10 marks. Lacking any sense of humour, warmth or human flaw, the sheer contrivance makes me want to go back to watching Batman kicking people about the place.

Full of sound & no Freudian slippage, signifying misconstrued Jungian.

And i apologise for the pretensions, unlike this movie, sorry, film.