The Prestige

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don't say anything, War Party. You're doing the right thing!
 
In fairness to Cine unlike us he can't see the movie for 3 months
 
hunter rider said:
In fairness to Cine unlike us he can't see the movie for 3 months

I understand that, but I just don't like giving out spoilers. He'll find out tomorrow when everyone sees it. I'm sure there is at least one person who wouldn't mind telling him. He can wait one more day.
 
War Party said:
I understand that, but I just don't like giving out spoilers. He'll find out tomorrow when everyone sees it. I'm sure there is at least one person who wouldn't mind telling him. He can wait one more day.

Fair enough,i was just pointing out Cine's dilema:cwink:
 
hunter rider said:
Fair enough,i was just pointing out Cine's dilema:cwink:

yeah, I know he lives overseas and it must suck waiting for these damn films. But I'm not saying anything. I'm just going to say I really enjoyed it and was not disappointed. Sure there were flaws, but still very solid.
 
Cinemaman said:
Don't take it so seriously. I can wait for it ;)

I'm not taking it seriously. But I kinda felt bad, but oh well.
 
I've seen it tonight.
I like it, though I can see why some people might be baffled by the last act (The prestige). While Bale's story is well planted and if you watch with attention you can guess it halfway through the movie, the Jackman's twist requires, as someone said, a suspension of disbelief that is out of the tone that the movie had up to that moment.
And it was so easily avoidable... I'll have to read to book to see if it's the same in the printed pages.
 
^ So what would you give it out of 10?
 
This review made me laugh. It's from the New York Observer: ( I added the spoiler tag, because it's somewhat spoilerish, but I forgot to put them in when I posted it)

The Prestige is the biggest pile of incomprehensible gibberish to hit the screen since M. Night Shyamalan’s Lady in the Water. This is the latest product of loopy brothers Christopher and Jonathan Nolan, whose libidinous fantasies work overtime to turn paranoia, confusion and insanity into art movies like the despicable Memento. On his own, brother Christopher also directed the paralyzing Batman Begins, the worst Batman movie ever made, which was also the only pretentious Batman movie ever made. Dedicated to the premise that no movie that makes sense is worth making at all,these hacks have dumped their worst faults into The Prestige. Worse yet, it’s a whacking bore.
Jumping around in time like a jet-propelled pogo stick, it tells an incoherent tale of rival magicians in the 19th century that derails the talents of Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale. Mr. Jackman has the best act, but Mr. Bale has the best trick (getting out of his chains inside a water tank), so his jealous opponent sends his mistress (Scarlett Johansson, who seems to have a new movie out every six weeks) to steal his secrets. Nice to see her reunited with her co-star from Scoop, but she foolishly betrays him by falling in love with Mr. Bale and sleeping with them both, which turns their rivalry deadly. To get even, Mr. Bale switches the locks, Mr. Jackman goes to a watery grave, and Mr. Bale goes to the gallows. Or do they? After making an object disappear, “the prestige” is the part of an illusion where the sorcerer brings it back. It’s like The Illusionist,a movie that was more clever and entertaining, only in The Prestige both magicians have doubles in disguises, giving you two magicians for the price of one, and providing Mr. Jackman and Mr. Bale with four roles to play instead of two. Chock full of betrayals and double-crosses too complicated for a rational viewer to even begin to figure out, the movie is more infuriating and contrived than suspenseful and clever. At the end, critics stood around in clusters asking things like “Who was the man in the beard?” “Why did Christian Bale cut his finger off?” “If Hugh Jackman came back to life, then who drowned in the tank onstage?” “We saw his body at the morgue, so how could he appear in the end?” In my opinion, movies shouldn’t be this much work. The older Michael Caine gets, the thicker his accent grows. In this film, he needs subtitles. David Bowie is unrecognizable. If somebody is going to turn me into a puzzlehead, let it be Pedro Almodóvar. And if somebody is going to convince me that it is safe to go back to the movies, let it be Clint Eastwood. The Prestige is handsome to look at, but it doesn’t make one lick of sense, nothing about it is worth the trouble of untangling the muddle, and Hugh Jackman and Scarlett Johansson should have stuck with Woody Allen.
How does this guy have a job still?
 
War Party said:
I give it a 9/10.

Cool. I hadn't read through the whole thread before I posted that so I hadn't realized you've seen it.
 
DCW said:
Cool. Good review, I hadn't read through the whole thread before I posted that so I hadn't realized you've seen it.

Yeah, I thought it was very good. You will love Bowie in this movie. Like many reviewers have said, suspension of belief is required.
 
Good. I'm glad you liked it. I'm still looking forward to seeing it but some of the reviews I've read have had mixed opinions.
 
DCW said:
Good. I'm glad you liked it. I'm still looking forward to seeing it but some of the reviews I've read have had mixed opinions.

I don't put too much stock into critic reviews, but I have read some of the negative ones after seeing the movie and I thought some were being a little rediculous. For example, the review I posted a few posts up.
 
^ I try not to put too much stock in critics but I can't help it sometimes...
 
War Party said:
This review made me laugh. It's from the New York Observer:

The Prestige is the biggest pile of incomprehensible gibberish to hit the screen since M. Night Shyamalan’s Lady in the Water. This is the latest product of loopy brothers Christopher and Jonathan Nolan, whose libidinous fantasies work overtime to turn paranoia, confusion and insanity into art movies like the despicable Memento. On his own, brother Christopher also directed the paralyzing Batman Begins, the worst Batman movie ever made, which was also the only pretentious Batman movie ever made. Dedicated to the premise that no movie that makes sense is worth making at all,these hacks have dumped their worst faults into The Prestige. Worse yet, it’s a whacking bore.

Jumping around in time like a jet-propelled pogo stick, it tells an incoherent tale of rival magicians in the 19th century that derails the talents of Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale. Mr. Jackman has the best act, but Mr. Bale has the best trick (getting out of his chains inside a water tank), so his jealous opponent sends his mistress (Scarlett Johansson, who seems to have a new movie out every six weeks) to steal his secrets. Nice to see her reunited with her co-star from Scoop, but she foolishly betrays him by falling in love with Mr. Bale and sleeping with them both, which turns their rivalry deadly. To get even, Mr. Bale switches the locks, Mr. Jackman goes to a watery grave, and Mr. Bale goes to the gallows. Or do they? After making an object disappear, “the prestige” is the part of an illusion where the sorcerer brings it back. It’s like The Illusionist,a movie that was more clever and entertaining, only in The Prestige both magicians have doubles in disguises, giving you two magicians for the price of one, and providing Mr. Jackman and Mr. Bale with four roles to play instead of two. Chock full of betrayals and double-crosses too complicated for a rational viewer to even begin to figure out, the movie is more infuriating and contrived than suspenseful and clever. At the end, critics stood around in clusters asking things like “Who was the man in the beard?” “Why did Christian Bale cut his finger off?” “If Hugh Jackman came back to life, then who drowned in the tank onstage?” “We saw his body at the morgue, so how could he appear in the end?” In my opinion, movies shouldn’t be this much work. The older Michael Caine gets, the thicker his accent grows. In this film, he needs subtitles. David Bowie is unrecognizable. If somebody is going to turn me into a puzzlehead, let it be Pedro Almodóvar. And if somebody is going to convince me that it is safe to go back to the movies, let it be Clint Eastwood. The Prestige is handsome to look at, but it doesn’t make one lick of sense, nothing about it is worth the trouble of untangling the muddle, and Hugh Jackman and Scarlett Johansson should have stuck with Woody Allen.

How does this guy have a job still?

I gave up after the first paragraph but i am curous how he wrote a whole article while in a straight jacket
 
hunter rider said:
I gave up after the first paragraph but i am curous how he wrote a whole article while in a straight jacket

I know. It's one of the most rediculous reviews I have ever read.
 
I expected this movie to have a 65%-75% rating after everything is through. But I thought it was pretty damn good. It's not going to be everyones cup of tea.
 
I just finished browsing through some reviews, I am so excited to see it! :ninja:
 
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