counts infinitely

In terms of atmosphere, Inception doesn’t feel like a dream. Perhaps the personal nature of dreams are difficult to translate to the screen (lord knows there’s nothing more boring than listening to someone recount their subconscious adventures), but dreams do share a certain bizarre quality that Inception doesn’t even bother to take stab at. Limbo is the only setting that feels genuinely ethereal with the endless sea lapping against its crumbling ruins. But how boring must two people be to create a concrete jungle when offered the limitless possibilities of their imagination? And how lazy to duplicate their city’s grid endlessly like some urban master plan gone horribly wrong? Cobb and Mal must have been, at best, architectural drop-outs.