was just marvelous, if you're wondering. Christopher Nolan is probably my favorite young mainstream director these days--he knows how to make a solid entertaining movie but he also knows how and when to inject art into it. And M. Knight Shayalaman should take lessons from him how how to shape a plot with twists and turns that doesn't
make you want to murder the director. Of course Nolan hits a lot of my buttons--the moodiness of his tone, the flirts-with-noir aesthetic. Without me offering up any spoilers, the plot of The Prestige
manages to pull off a lot of its stranger twists by a careful balance of philosophical horror and psychological gloom and wild plotting. Ah, bliss.
The one thing I'll say is that Christian Bale acted circles around Hugh Jackman. I'm not sure, the more I see him in, that Jackman is that great an actor. He was good in the movie when he was on stage being a showman, but his offstage stuff was a little flat, especially compared to Bale's smoldering performance. But it didn't detract too much. Who knew Bale, who I knew (with great interest, at one time) as Jack from the musical Newsies
, could pull off such intense stuff.
Also: motherfucking Ziggy Stardust. My hero. After the movie I was babbling about Nikola Tesla and Jareth from Labyrinth and my friend Guillermo looked at me wide-eyed and said, "Oh my God, Tesla was David Bowie, wasn't he?" And I was like, "Cha, idiot." And he was like, "That's why he was so fucking charismatic! I just thought he was awesome. I didn't know he was awesome and David Bowie!" I think there's probably a mathematical equation someone could write showing that "awesome" is limited by "David Bowie." Or maybe the square root of David Bowie is awesome.
And: I'm so glad someone finally gave Andy Serkus a fucking job where he doesn't have to wear a motion capture suit. That dude is awesome.
Anyway, go see the damn movie. It did verily please me.