Dream within a dream?

I have seen very few movies in the last 10 years or so. Phil refuses to go to the cinema, claiming that it feels like a waste of an evening. But he is happy to watch anything at home, so we have recently vamped up our Netflix subscription to two separate queues - one for Lucy and Jessica, and one for us. And I have stopped waiting for an evening when he can join me and am now just watching films with the girls instead.

As a result, we've seen A LOT  of movies in the last few months. Most of these we should have seen when they came out, but we're a bit behind the times. Here are our hightlights:

Easy A
The Queen's Speech
The Social Network
Julie and Julia
3:10 to Yuma
Grapes of Wrath
Little Miss Sunshine
Gran Torino
Black Swan
The Blind Side
The Hangover
Invictus
and finally 
Slumdog Millionaire

They were all pretty good. Little Miss Sunshine is my favorite. The girls have had a Disney retrospective and decided to see all the animated films they missed as children, so we've also had The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Hercules (awful) and Mulan.

For Christmas, Lucy got Jessica the DVD of Inception, which Jess saw at the cinema a few months ago. I picked her up that evening and she was so blown away by the movie and its complicated plot she could barely speak in sentences.  "It was just so incredibly cool" was about all she could say. We all watched it two nights ago, and spent half of a car journey yesterday talking about it.  As I got confused watching Hermione fiddle the Time Turner in HP3, I was not optimistic that I'd be able to follow Leonardo DiCaprio in and out of three levels of dreams, but was determined to make an effort because Jessica was so excited to share it with us.

It was worth it in the end for the special effects, Michael Caine and Ellen Page. And Jessica's conviction that really, we're all actually dreaming.