The levels of boredom I reached during this film will take a fair while for me to forgive Christopher Nolan, the Director, for. A very simple idea has been taken and, just like my headphones do in my pocket, twisted and turned to leave me wondering how on earth they managed to get in this nonsensical situation. It's one saving grace, the CGI, has been used to try to endlessly distract the audience from the utter tripe being pass off as a story-line. I'm surprised that the distributors weren't legally obliged to provide the audience with an eye wash with their ticket, as the intense editing and camera movement left me, on several occasions, having to check my eyes weren't bleeding.

Like The Matrix, it beggars belief that this film is being held up as some sort of future classic. Either I'm a genius, hovering in a state of advanced consciousness, or the people who loved this film are stoners or morons, unfortunately, for my ego, I suspect the later to be the reality.

Save your money.