Showing posts with label corporate espionage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label corporate espionage. Show all posts

Monday, August 16, 2010

Inception

The boss, Saito, sitting at the head of a designer table, where a boss should sit.



I've always enjoyed dreams. Sex dreams. Goal-oriented dreams. The American Dream.

The latter happens to be one of my favorites. When I sit down to see a film, do I want to be absorbed in the mundane aspects of the day-to-day lives of the fucking poor, inferior, lumpenproletariat? (See: Little Miss Sunshine, Cabaret, Fiddler on the Roof, etc.)

Hell no. I don't worry about money, and I don't like watching other people worry about it. It's fucking boring. Pointless. Indicative of people not trying hard enough. (Perhaps this is why I can't stand reading about welfare).

No. Hollywood audiences like to go to movies to escape. And so movies have made a functional shift, from displaying prole reality to displaying my reality: the world of the hyper-, hyper-rich.

A mere glance at the top-grossing movies this week reveals the truth about what consumers want to see. The Expendables: Badasses (probably rich) blow shit up. Money's no object. Eat Pray Love: Successful, upper-middle-class bitch with a nice wardrobe jet-sets around the world. Money's no object. Cats & Dogs 3D: The Revenge of Kitty Galore: Even I don't need to tell you that cats and dogs don't give a fuck about money. They just laze around and eat, get stroked, play and fuck all day--which just about describes my life every minute.

Enter Inception. A bold, clever, even nightmarish, tale about Corporate Espionage. Say it slowly, let it roll off your tongue. Corporate. Espionage. The two scariest words in the American language.

As a prominent and respected and fabulously wealthy businessman, I've had my share of worries about C.E. Back at Harvard, they taught us the most important lesson any capitalist will ever learn: Don't. Trust. Anyone. That's just the basic tenet of capitalist society, and the main reason why I have my hitman on speed-dial.

But back to the plot. A rich financier pays some dream-stealers millions to fly first-class, wear expensive suits, wine and dine in expensive European cities with bad exchange rates (EURO: 1.2807--invest when the PIIGS get their shit together) and exhibit brief and unsatisfying flirtations. It's a hard world out there for a mind-invading spy. Well actually, I take that back--it's an exceedingly easy world, given that they seem to have every luxury and consumer good they could ever want. The cost is a little bit of stress on the job.

The interactions between the CEO-venture capitalist and Dom Cobb (DiCaprio) were most telling. DiCaprio is essentially bonded to his boss--if he fails, his life and well-being are over. I think we'd live in a better world if the employee-employer relationship were more permanently like this.

Overall, the theme of the movie seemed to be: You are always someone's slave, even if you're living well while enslaved. It's a good message to take home, especially for the lower-classes. After all, that is the American Dream, isn't it?*

Rating: $$$$$ (3 USD / 5 USD)
INVEST : Euro (1.2807), your local mind-invading startup



*That is, except for bosses like me. My "dream" involves golf, Moët, and copious amounts of hookers.