After many many many [many] months of hype and 'You havent seen it?!!!' [relax people, its only a movie] I watched The Prestige, and alas, it is only a movie.You might already know Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale are rival magicians in turn-of-the-century England. Scarlet Johansson achieves the impossible playing the sexy assistant with a few tricks of her own. Michael Caine achieves the impossible playing the unsexy assistant...or something. Piper Perabo is in it too [dispatched woefully early. Am I the only one who enjoyed Slap Her...She's French?] The movie is long and pretty, but did I mention its long? And did I mention the weird-as-hell de-noo-ma, which is one of those infuriating russian-doll type nonendings in which someone may or may not have been killed by someone else, who may be someone else, or not. [hint: it involves a giant xerox machine. I think.]
What a showy waste of good looks [somehow, that's a bad thing].
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