Christopher Nolan has a dick swinging contest with his future self to see who can come up with the most emotionally unsatisfying, quasi-philosophical concept that is half-well executed.

A totally mastabatorial effort. Complex for the sake of being complex, not even Nolan knows what is going on, I am sure.

Even the action (while I couldn’t help but wonder how it was shot/choreographed and am hoping for a behind the scenes), complex as it is, is often lifeless.

Note: It’s weird to be one of the first hundred people on Letterboxd to watch arguably the most anticipated movie of the year! Watched at a socially distant early screening in Newcastle, Australia. It comes out proper here next week.