Inception.Was.Phenomenal. gripping all the way to the very end. if this doesn't get an Oscar for ANY category, there is no justice in the world. casting=perfect. plot=perfect. action=perfect. dialogue=perfect. special effects=(you saw the trailers)....need i go on? this is THE film you do NOT want to miss! i'm first in line for the Director's cut DVD ♥^_^♥ {mini-spoiler: the ending will make you think}
I added the "mini-spoiler" just so i can wait until a good amount of my friends have seen the movie to ask them what they think happened. I won't go into further detail at the moment because I can't be sure that whoever (if anyone at all) reads this has seen the film for his/her self yet. In two weeks time I'll post my questions to see how others interpreted the film, the ending in particular.
Now on the second portion of this blog post...........the "other weirdness".
This is going COMPLETELY off topic of the movie but I feel like it's something I should share anyway. I don't care if you believe in the supernatural or the occurrence of paranormal events being real. This is just me talking from what I've seen, felt, and experienced in my own life. With that said, I think that I may (this is a very key word) have seen a ghost or a projection of something that wasn't real.
I took the train back to Brooklyn and noticed that the stop where my bus home would have normally been was under construction. I asked the polite workers if the bus would still be making that stop. They weren't too certain on the answer so I decided to walk to the next stop, in the direction where I live. Got to the stop with no bus in sight, so I walked on. As it turns out, and not too much to my surprise, no bus ever came so I ended up walking the whole way home (I'm complaining, it was nice to get the exercise and there were almost no cars or people occupying the streets at that hour). Here's where things got a bit strange.
I got that all too familiar feeling of being watched so I quickened my pace a bit and took longer strides in my steps. Then the other paranoid feeling of being followed started to make it's way into my mind. I wasn't alarmed because, for the most part, I knew I was completely alone. But just to help my mind at ease any way, I turned my head and took a quick glance over my shoulder.
I saw a man, maybe about 4 or 6 inches taller than me with grey shorts and a grey t-shirt on, with a white fitted cap and white sneakers walking maybe a few yards behind me and a woman in black loose fitting dress maybe a few yards behind him. Of course I didn't stare, but I also didn't get much of a good look of his face or any other specific feature about him other than his clothes.
Having only taken a few steps (and still on the same block with nothing but brownstones) I turned to get another look at him. This time only seeing the woman, the same distance where I first saw her, but now seeing the color of her hair, the fact that she was walking slightly slower and me and even some detail in the features of her face.
Where did that guy go?
I looked across the street and around the stoops of the nearby brownstones and saw no one. No lights were on in ANY of the buildings of my surroundings. Confused, I turned back around and kept a steady pace down the street. I slowed my pace a bit still wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me because I was sleepy or what I thought I saw was real. I finally just thought "to hell with it" and turned to walk towards the woman who was still trailing behind me, just by a few feet now. I asked her is at any time was there a white guy with a grey shirt and white hat walking in the distance between us.
A sharp rush of an electric chill went through my entire body when she said "Its just us two on this street.....Were you with someone?". I told her no, thanked her for answering me and walked even faster to my building. I tried to come up with a logical explanation as to how he managed to disappear so quickly, why the woman wasn't able to see him walking right in front of her, and (the most eerie thing) why I was able to see her in my first peep of my surrounding rather easily but I couldn't identify a single distinguishable element of his face. That's usually the very first thing one notices when they look at others, right?
I have no annotation to justify the brief ordeal other than to assume that there wasn't a man there to begin with and that through exhaustion, my mind had imagined his existence. But there's a strong conviction in my gut that, for even that brief moment in time, he was real. Or at least real enough to be seen. Which brings me to raise the question: Why was I the only person able to see him?
Any thoughts?
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