I love this movie and in fact hope to see it several more times.
As for the whole A/A thing...I just don't get it. A kiss does not chemistry make. Anyway I suspect its because they are close to the same height and both look like toddlers.
I have a weird theory and want to share it with my fellow Inceptioners. What if the whole spinning top thing was the idea. (I mean they say in the beginning that an idea is like a virus. They mentioned his tome over and over as well as the spinning. So what if the implanted idea was that the spinning was what made it the dream but in reality it was the stopping that made it a dream) Feel free to ignore that but that's what I kept seeing.
Anyhoo, enjoy!
This was difficult for her because it was difficult for him.
It was private and painful and pointless and she wished she had never seen it but then she wouldn't know how to help him. This unfortunately, was necessary. He needed to do this; she needed him to do this. He had to let go and she had to watch him suffer.
Ariadne looked on as Dom sat in the life he had lived; in the house he had created and cradled the last projection of Mal.
Only snippets of conversation were audible but Dom's last reason for leaving was magnified as if Mal needed others to hear it, to verify it. "I can't, I have to go back to our real children." Ariadne's heart broke and tears pooled in his eyes, giving them the same rawness of the waves that had brought them here to this.
'Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien...' floated lightly around them. It boomed and flashed in the lightning and rose on the waves that crashed against the buildings, eating them away.
"Dom!" she yelled and he looked up from Mal's tear coated face, his fingers still threaded through her soft hair.
He saw the winds coming closer and he marveled at the architect's calm in the storm. He used to be like that, before the inception, before he lost the ability to dream.
She reached down and feeling Fischer's neck for a pulse, to be absolutely sure that it has to be this way, Ariadne pushed him over the side and towards the next layer.
"What are you doing?" he yelled.
"Improvising," she yelled back.
"I regret nothing." Mal sung gripping his arm one last time then letting him go. He swallowed the sob, wanting nothing more than to stay but his time was up, he had just needed to let Mal out of his prison. Ariadne had been right, he couldn't keep her there forever and he no longer felt the need to.
Ariadne was still standing there on the very edge of the porch. Her brown hair whipping around her face, it's shade so similar to Mal's dark one. Her heart shaped face was still young and untried, much like Mal's had been when they had first designed their home.
She struck out her hand reaching out to him but he saw Mal's hand reaching for his on the train track, where they waited for the train that would take them home.
She kept her hand out; her fingers curled only slightly letting him know it was his choice to move on, it was his choice to save himself.
The tracks disappeared and her face became less sad and her hair lightened, she wasn't Mal lying down beside him, she was Ariadne, standing at the threshold of a new beginning. She smiled at him, the same smile she'd given him when the city had folded in on itself. "Get Saito and come back."
She leaned back and let go, free falling until her body was obscured by the destruction around him.
'I'm afraid of heights.' She had once told him.
She fell past the building and into the snowy floor and through the explosion that pushed her into the elevator and shoved her into the floor as the cables snapped and hit the bottom forcing her into the water soaked van.
Arthur appeared with an oxygen mask and she took it gratefully. He moved away from her and to Yusuf.
They propped open the van doors and only when Arthur tugged her did she release Cobb's hand. Something she didn't recall doing, it floated down and his serene face was the last thing she saw as the water forced her burning eyes closed.
She was pulled to the shore but it wasn't Arthur she pictured but Dom coming to her, rescuing her from the icy water as they struggled into his world.
She swallowed a lungful of water and woke up on the plane rapidly approaching L.A.X. Arthur and the others gathered the equipment and set about making it look like less of a team and more like a group of strangers, but her eyes remain riveted on the man across from her.
Dom was still sleeping, he was still trapped.