And a good day to you too, sir.
If you want to experience a small slice of the shit women deal with every day, tell people you don’t like Inception, and some middlebrow type will pop out of nowhere and start explaining Inception.
Sure, it doesn’t help that Hans Zimmer decided to make the Oboe player the Oppenheimer of the woodwind section, but Inception didn’t suck because Hans Zimmerman is a bad composer.
Inception sucked because at some point after the Prestige, Christopher Nolan apparently lost whatever trust he had in the audience to understand movies based on the combination of moving images and realistic dialogue between well developed characters.
As a result, he uses expository dialogue and music the way less gifted directors use voiceovers: as a substitute for competent narrative filmmaking, which in turn makes him a little lazy in terms of pacing and plot points.
Consequently, Inception drowns in self-evidence. Basically, the shouting ruins the visuals. It’s like porn for the blind, as described by Frankie MacDonald, cue Oboes on the money shot:
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH