1 out of 2 people found the following comment useful :- Nolan's Real Magic., 30 December 2006
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dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
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Godard's Dictum: The cinema is truth 24 frames per second." Rejoinder:
"The cinema is illusion, is lying 24 frames per second." *The Prestige*
is everything *The Illusionist* wanted to be and claimed to be in its
trailers an unholy tale of a magician seeking arcane Real Magic.
Both films are set in 1899 London, but whereas *The Illusionist* is a
whiny bitch that tries too hard to please, *The Prestige* is an
egomaniac that criss-crosses veins of intrigue and misdirection,
pumping you breathless with half-lies and false truths until its
powerful climax.
In other words, *The Prestige* is the penis to *The Illusionist'*s
vagina.
Christian Bale (as cockney as he wants to be) is magician Borden, and
Hugh Jackman (as suave as X-Man Logan is not) is magician Angier,
friends working as audience plants for an elderly magician, whose
female assistant is Angier's wife (Piper Perabo, from the Julia Roberts
School of big-mouth bass masquerading as beautiful women). In tying an
incorrect trick knot one night, Borden accidentally gets Angier's wife
killed in a drowning tank, resulting in he and Angier becoming mortal
career rivals.
Like a Marvel and DC Comics team-up, it's Batman versus Wolverine and,
like their alter-egos from other films, Borden (Bale) is the brooding,
genius magician whilst Angier (Jackman) is the showman who lives for
the quick strike and audience adulation. Borden develops "The
Transported Man," a trick of such ingenuity Angier believes Borden has
tapped into Real Magic, despite the advice of veteran magician's
assistant, Cutter (Michael Caine, here playing a kind of Alfred to
Borden's Batman and Angier's Wolverine simultaneously).
Scarlett Johansson plays Angier's assistant, Olivia, who flits between
both magicians as a double-crossing, counter-spying lover and I cannot
discern whether her non-believability is because she is "acting"
duplicitous or because she can't act; Much like Vivien Leigh in *A
Streetcar Named Desire*, her false style clashes with the other
polished principals; either way, chalk it up to another miscast iPod
surfer girl amidst acting giants. (I suspect Scarlett continues to work
in movies purely on the strength of her heaving mammii.) Cutter's
voice-over describes the three stages of a magic act, all quite
self-explanatory: The Pledge, The Turn, and The Prestige.
The movie itself plays out the three stages, as it Pledges with an
opening scene that has us believing Borden has killed Angier in a
drowning tank; The Turn takes us deep into Borden's and Angier's
notebooks, flashbacks within flashbacks showing us Borden, the
financially-struggling magician whose incredible tricks are pearls
before the swine of London's working class, whilst Angier thrills the
bourgeoisie, making up for half-baked tricks with his showmanship;
Borden takes a working class wife (Rebecca Hall) and fathers a child,
which stokes Angier's hatred, until - The Prestige, which, as Cutter
narrates, "is the part with the twists and turns, where lives hang in
the balance, and you see something shocking you've never seen before."
If you heeded *The Prestige*'s opening line, "Are you watching
closely?" its myriad mysteries would be laid bare as a Catholic
priest's homosexual sins. But, like all magicians' audiences, we're
here to be misdirected by the magic.
Neil Burger's *The Illusionist* (2006) made the mistake of creating
illusions which were too complex to be real tricks, but *The Prestige*
goes in another direction, calling upon Science to augment the
illusions. As Arthur C. Clarke portended: "Any sufficiently advanced
technology is indistinguishable from magic." And the scientist enlisted
by Angier is none other than "the man who invented the twentieth
century" Nikola Tesla, a real life Hungarian inventor, physicist and
electrical engineer (played by David Bowie, in the first real acting of
his movie career, burying himself in the brow-furrowed role). (If it
were not for Tesla's arcane delving into nuclear physics, magnetism,
alternating and direct current - yes, Tesla invented AC/DC before Bon
Scott and Angus Young - we would not have those blue "bzzzz" things for
Frankenstein movies (Tesla coils) which graduated to those
crimson-blue-lightning balls (Plasma globes), also invented by Tesla
and duly misused at drunken frat parties the world over since).
At one point, Tesla states, "Exact science is not an exact science."
Though this may sound like ammunition for creationists and other
lunatics, it is actually true pertaining to Scientific Method, which
never lays claim to absolute truths, rather "transitional truths" as
new information comes to the fore, obsolete information must
necessarily be updated or discarded. Science is pliable, provable,
practical.
Still, it is ironic that in invoking the effigy of such a great
scientist, the movie takes another Turn and actually breaches the
bastion of Real Magic, when Tesla (aided by his Igor, Andy Serkis)
inadvertently creates a machine that replicates objects exactly. Angier
employs this machine onstage (with blue bzzzz's galore, natch) to
recreate Borden's Transported Man illusion as "real," appearing in two
places simultaneously. The catch is: he must actually murder his
replica every time he performs the act to avoid hundreds of
replicated Angiers. Now that's dark. And disturbingly amoral. And I
love it.
After the morbidity of Angier's chosen path, the movie ramps to an even
darker conclusion, with the beauty of this tale's denouement lying not
in its twists but in the manner writer-director Christopher Nolan
unties the tale's own inescapable knots and proves *himself* the
greatest magician of the film as he artfully dodges glaring plot holes
and loose ends with his snake-charming sleight of hand.
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Nolan's Real Magic., 30 December 2006
Author: dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
*** This comment may contain spoilers ***
Godard's Dictum: The cinema is truth 24 frames per second." Rejoinder: "The cinema is illusion, is lying 24 frames per second." *The Prestige* is everything *The Illusionist* wanted to be and claimed to be in its trailers an unholy tale of a magician seeking arcane Real Magic.
Both films are set in 1899 London, but whereas *The Illusionist* is a whiny bitch that tries too hard to please, *The Prestige* is an egomaniac that criss-crosses veins of intrigue and misdirection, pumping you breathless with half-lies and false truths until its powerful climax.
In other words, *The Prestige* is the penis to *The Illusionist'*s vagina.
Christian Bale (as cockney as he wants to be) is magician Borden, and Hugh Jackman (as suave as X-Man Logan is not) is magician Angier, friends working as audience plants for an elderly magician, whose female assistant is Angier's wife (Piper Perabo, from the Julia Roberts School of big-mouth bass masquerading as beautiful women). In tying an incorrect trick knot one night, Borden accidentally gets Angier's wife killed in a drowning tank, resulting in he and Angier becoming mortal career rivals.
Like a Marvel and DC Comics team-up, it's Batman versus Wolverine and, like their alter-egos from other films, Borden (Bale) is the brooding, genius magician whilst Angier (Jackman) is the showman who lives for the quick strike and audience adulation. Borden develops "The Transported Man," a trick of such ingenuity Angier believes Borden has tapped into Real Magic, despite the advice of veteran magician's assistant, Cutter (Michael Caine, here playing a kind of Alfred to Borden's Batman and Angier's Wolverine simultaneously).
Scarlett Johansson plays Angier's assistant, Olivia, who flits between both magicians as a double-crossing, counter-spying lover and I cannot discern whether her non-believability is because she is "acting" duplicitous or because she can't act; Much like Vivien Leigh in *A Streetcar Named Desire*, her false style clashes with the other polished principals; either way, chalk it up to another miscast iPod surfer girl amidst acting giants. (I suspect Scarlett continues to work in movies purely on the strength of her heaving mammii.) Cutter's voice-over describes the three stages of a magic act, all quite self-explanatory: The Pledge, The Turn, and The Prestige.
The movie itself plays out the three stages, as it Pledges with an opening scene that has us believing Borden has killed Angier in a drowning tank; The Turn takes us deep into Borden's and Angier's notebooks, flashbacks within flashbacks showing us Borden, the financially-struggling magician whose incredible tricks are pearls before the swine of London's working class, whilst Angier thrills the bourgeoisie, making up for half-baked tricks with his showmanship; Borden takes a working class wife (Rebecca Hall) and fathers a child, which stokes Angier's hatred, until - The Prestige, which, as Cutter narrates, "is the part with the twists and turns, where lives hang in the balance, and you see something shocking you've never seen before." If you heeded *The Prestige*'s opening line, "Are you watching closely?" its myriad mysteries would be laid bare as a Catholic priest's homosexual sins. But, like all magicians' audiences, we're here to be misdirected by the magic.
Neil Burger's *The Illusionist* (2006) made the mistake of creating illusions which were too complex to be real tricks, but *The Prestige* goes in another direction, calling upon Science to augment the illusions. As Arthur C. Clarke portended: "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." And the scientist enlisted by Angier is none other than "the man who invented the twentieth century" Nikola Tesla, a real life Hungarian inventor, physicist and electrical engineer (played by David Bowie, in the first real acting of his movie career, burying himself in the brow-furrowed role). (If it were not for Tesla's arcane delving into nuclear physics, magnetism, alternating and direct current - yes, Tesla invented AC/DC before Bon Scott and Angus Young - we would not have those blue "bzzzz" things for Frankenstein movies (Tesla coils) which graduated to those crimson-blue-lightning balls (Plasma globes), also invented by Tesla and duly misused at drunken frat parties the world over since).
At one point, Tesla states, "Exact science is not an exact science." Though this may sound like ammunition for creationists and other lunatics, it is actually true pertaining to Scientific Method, which never lays claim to absolute truths, rather "transitional truths" as new information comes to the fore, obsolete information must necessarily be updated or discarded. Science is pliable, provable, practical.
Still, it is ironic that in invoking the effigy of such a great scientist, the movie takes another Turn and actually breaches the bastion of Real Magic, when Tesla (aided by his Igor, Andy Serkis) inadvertently creates a machine that replicates objects exactly. Angier employs this machine onstage (with blue bzzzz's galore, natch) to recreate Borden's Transported Man illusion as "real," appearing in two places simultaneously. The catch is: he must actually murder his replica every time he performs the act to avoid hundreds of replicated Angiers. Now that's dark. And disturbingly amoral. And I love it.
After the morbidity of Angier's chosen path, the movie ramps to an even darker conclusion, with the beauty of this tale's denouement lying not in its twists but in the manner writer-director Christopher Nolan unties the tale's own inescapable knots and proves *himself* the greatest magician of the film as he artfully dodges glaring plot holes and loose ends with his snake-charming sleight of hand.
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