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The Prestige (2006)
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Steve Buscemi |
A Japanese "Cammy" Cosplayer
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John Steinbeck |
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Furthermore: Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. If the point of the movie is to make you feel like you're drowning in a water-filled magician's tank, mission accomplished. Starts off pretty cool, then it climaxes when you find out David Bowie will be playing Nikola Tesla, whose life, by the by, is a much cooler story just by itself, I mean the guy is steampunk pretty much, plus he's fuckin celibate, hanging out with Mark Twain, feeding park pigeons special order seeds, calling out for eugenics... Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, The Prestige was super-weak. Bale's always great throwing his raspy voiced darkness around, and Scarlett's still got the Johotness of course, but Michael Caine is stuck in Alfredville and Jackman is pretty jacked, man.
Now, on to the inevitable comparisons with The Illusionist. Yeah, they were the same. Same movie. I mean there's different gimmicks or whatever, but basically you take a rivalry based on a dead girl, throw in some clever tricks and whathaveyou, a final revelatory twist, aaaaand... presto! You just lost over two hours of your life that you'll never get back. I still prefer Norton and Giamatti to these two goofs.
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