Well, it was nice while it lasted. I had a lot of fun riding the cinematic high generated by Christopher Nolan’s “Inception,” and intend to see it at least a couple more times before it leaves theaters. (Some more thoughts on that film below, since last week I didn’t get a chance to delve into some finer points — and beware, because I’m not shying away from spoilers this time.)
But at some point we must wake up and return to the reality of the situation: We’re at the tail end of Summer 2010, with little to show for it and time running out for Hollywood to offer some pittance of evidence that it isn’t nearing the final stages of its devolution into an archaic, largely useless institution that years ago lost its ability to package a solid consumer product, much less produce real pop art, with any kind of consistency. ‘Cause that’s sure what it looks like.