his film is awful. Not that there isn't a lot of talent and effort, but the film is empty of emotion (despite DiCaprio's penchant for looking as if he is thinking deeply, a character seen in his last 5 films), has so many plot holes it needs a Chicago street crew, and bounces from one ridiculously bullet riddled seen to the next. It is a juvenile concept, no rather just an idea, a dream in a dream in a dream, and the supposedly single motivating issue ("they won't let me back in the USA to see my children") is paper thin. Yes, there are a few pretty well executed effects (Paris street scene) but even these effects are lost in a convoluted mess of following three, make that four, evolving plots, each with shoot-em-ups that are trite, dreadfully long, and of course bloodless, all of which need to culminate at the same time. And talk about no tension, they make you watch 5 people lay down and sleep about a dozen times. The story opens with a superfluous gambit that introduces characters that are thrown away. But perhaps the biggest put-off and reason enough to walk out is the first hour's rapid banter of explanation, as if to say, "This film is so ridiculous we need to tell you everything that might, will, and does happen." Michael Caine has a wasted brief fatherly cameo, Ellen Page is bright and intelligent but lacks the gravitas the role needs, Marion Cotillard is good (she cries well), Joseph Gordon-Levitt doesn't come across well, Tom Hardy is way to glib, Dileep Rao is believable, Ken Watanabe is overly cryptic, Tom Berrenger makes sense, and DiCaprio is so intense his pimples pop. Only Cillian Murphy delivers a character that stays with you. This film, thanks to the writing and direction of the brilliant Chris Nolan, could not be edited.