Imagine Ratatouille, except Remy has a son, relations with beautiful women, Twitter product placements galore, A-list actors dropping in for a scene or two, and a food truck rehabilitated from garbage to shiny new in 24 hours. It's like that.
Is something wrong with my TV? It's all blue, then orange, then grainy, then ultra clean. Oh wait, nevermind. I'm watching a Soderbergh film. A very good one mind you, but definitely held back a bit by some overt soapboxing.
Accusations of Nolan repeating himself will be made. The final act will be scrutinized like no other. The sound mix will be questioned. The exposition will be chided. All that and there won't likely be another film as full of wonder, thought AND heart in 2014.