Inception

Inception has already been called by some "The Matrix for a new generation." But what I appreciated most about Inception is how it was willing to go places where The Matrix was never willing, namely, how does Neo ever really know that he's out of the matrix? If his senses alone convey to him reality, and if the matrix has clearly demonstrated its ability to fool his senses, how does he know his senses aren't still being fooled, to lull him into a false sense of security? The Matrix is never willing to explore that.

Inception is. Because dreams do indeed feel real while we're in them. And sometimes we feel disconnected from reality, like we're still dreaming. Was it all a dream? Is life really but a dream? (I seem to remember a childhood song to that effect).

Perhaps that final image of a top spinning and starting to teeter isn't to leave ambiguous whether or not the whole movie was a dream; perhaps it was more a comment on the inherent epistemological un-knowability, as it should be.

Not to mention a great meta-moment; movies themselves are nothing more than dreams, aren't they?