Despite how Nolan straight up tells you to “feel” even though he offers you so very little to feel for beside the immaculate visage of his work, Tenet’s visceral swim against the flow of time reminds me of how good and comforting it is to be wrapped around in the dark cocoon of the theatre. Although I zoned out so many times listening to these characters mouthing some mumbo-jumbo about physics and paradoxes, I slowly and eventually found myself gasping for air at the unfolding of each narrative puzzle piece. Regardless of how portentous, cold and convoluted it is, I was willing to let myself go with the flow just like the way Nolan had told me to and guess what, the whole thing felt like a dream. A physically and sensorially bombastic fever dream, and it was worth it...?