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The movie following makes us think about the fact of being followed. We are always been followed by someone else whom we might never thought about. Interesting, we also follow many at least for the urge of our inner consciousness that we want to know something about their personal life.
We follow people unconsciously, we might not be even aware of the fact. The movie is a lesion for us. It teaches or gives a shock for us. In the movie one man who claims to be writer who writes on the life of buglers follows random people. And one day he follows a gentle man. And the story goes on; finally the man who was followed by the self-claimed writer gets acquainted with. Later the gentle man reveals his actual status- he is also a bugler who is disguised in coat and ties. They both work on their burglary.
The interesting part of the movie is that they define the social status of the people whom they burglar in to. They follow their subjects and they break their house. The style of their robbery is different that they confuse their objects by misplacing their personal stuffs like that.
The actual story is different! The follower is trapped in the tricks of the followed. The followed, namely Cobb, actually was following the writer. So don’t trust anyone for you may be the victim of tricks.

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