hackthis_archive | Oct. 23rd, 2006

This weekend I saw The Queen, which you know, what can you say about Helen Mirren that hasn't already been said (awesome, awe-inspiring, holy-fucking-cow I thought it was a documentary, she was so brilliant, crap like that) and The Prestige.

Now, I had no expectations of The Prestige. None. Despite it being Chris Nolan and Michael Caine, and like other people -- because you know Scarlett Johannsen makes me gag, and Christian Bale may be Bruce, but holy fuck is he a scary one to look at. And well, damn.

Every now and then a movie comes along that towards the end you find yourself cocking your head to the side more and more until your head is at a 45 degree angle, and you're all '...the fuck?' Did they really just pull that off?'

Remember when you saw The Usual Supsects for the first time? Yeah, this is kind of like that. Not quite that shocking. I saw it coming, but still, it was very good.

So good that I yearn longingly for someone to write it for

yuletide. Really. Don't make me go there on my own. Come talk to me about it in the comments if you've seen either one.

If you haven't, what are you waiting for? A goddamn invitation from the queen?!