Trivia: Heath Ledger improvised when he started clapping inside his jail cell in a mocking and sardonic capacity as Gordon is promoted. The clapping was not scripted but Christopher Nolan immediately encouraged the crew to continue filming and the sequence was included in the film.
Jim Gordon: I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
Inception is a film many admire as being on of the best ever film’s and I have to agree. It is a film that both represents the magic and dream construction of film and peoples different interpretations of them as well as the ending itself.
Many people are slightly confused when it comes to the story of Inception, after all there are 4 narrative strands that we’re eventually dealing with, so it can be a little tricky with all the action that is taking place. So for you guys out there who a little info, here’s a graphic ‘Screenrant’ have put up, just this information alone for me gave me a little clarity on the film.
For those of you who’d like to read the site (I recommend it!) it will give full understanding of one of the most extraordinary films of all time, a film that took Christopher Nolan 10 years (yes 10 years!, now that’s love for film) to write. Inception is both a film that both symbolises the magic of construction of worlds in film, and of course the narrative itself, left as open as it could possibly ever be.
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The Prestige, a mastery film displaying amazing story structure which earned Jonathan and Chris a nomination for best screenplay.
Alfred: [to Bruce] Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.