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Martin had no worries about the quality of Inception.

A lavish candy wrapper only shines if it encloses a delicious treat, enhancing its allure. But if that same wrapper hides a pile of dog crap, no matter how enticing it looks, once unwrapped, both the wrapper and its contents will be despised by the consumer.

With confidence in his film, Martin dared to roll out such a bold, drum-beating campaign.

On June 20th, the U.S. magazine Wired suddenly announced that i ...

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