In a blog post for the Daily Telegraph, I expanded on the film's thematic similarities to James Cameron's Avatar:—
Unlike previous romances between the representatives of two civilizations who part ways sorrowfully in the final reel, Avatar ends with Sully going native in his new body and leaving his earthly existence behind entirely. And now we have Inception, in which Leonardo Di Caprio spends the majority of his time plumbing new depths of dream consciousness, like Orpheus in the Underworld, only to encounter his very own Eurydice in form of his ex-wife, played by Marion Cotillard, who does her best to persuade him to enter a perpetual dream state. The audience I saw the movie with, in the air-conditioned sanctuary of Brooklyn multiplex, the temperatures outside close to 103 degrees, seemed to shift in their seats with anticipation at the very thought. Maybe it says a lot about American reality at the moment, but with two wars on the go that don’t look like letting up, unemployment numbers in the double digits and the Gulf of Mexico fouled beyond recognition, Cotillard’s offer to skip town and dream the rest of their lives away, seemed an inticing one indeed; and for a moment, a hundred heads hummed with hesitation. They would come back, wouldn’t they? Wouldn’t they?