Come for the production values, stay for the man-meat.
OMG so The Prestige is officially the best movie in the entire world right now, being comprised of everything good and nothing bad, plus a CREEPY CREEPY ending. The Nolan Bros rock my world to such an extent that I'm willing to trust Christopher Nolan when he says that Heath Ledger deserves to be the Joker in Dark Knight because his audition was Fabu. That's a LOT of trust, but I feel that they are deserving recipients; they obviously decided to take note when I walked by their office in a T-shirt that said "Laura Kahn = Target Audience For The Prestige." I mean, they cast David Bowie and Hugh Jackman in the same movie - it's like they're trying to make me go all Meg Ryan right there in the movie theater. I managed to restrain myself, however, because - as anyone who watched Pee-Wee Herman knows - that would be TACKY.
In other news...well...there is really no other news, except for how there's a huge LACK of other news. AKA, my life is boring and lame. Somehow while everyone else has been making life choices, I've been treading water in Wherever, Maine. Though the People's Republic of Maine admittedly has - as Petroff never tires of reminding me - extremely fresh air and well-maintained roads, somehow my plebian soul yearns for a bit more in the way of entertainment than the peaceful tromping of stalwart New Englanders. Furthermore, as 50% of my friends here are about to move to Wherever, Vermont, there needs to be some serious reexamination of Just What The Fuck I'm Doing With My Life. Perhaps clarity will come in the form of dressing as a UTAHRAPTOR and STOMPING ALL OVER CAMPUS ON HALLOWEEN. How do most people figure out what to do with the rest of their lives? Surely the answer lies in Dinosaur costumes.
In other news...well...there is really no other news, except for how there's a huge LACK of other news. AKA, my life is boring and lame. Somehow while everyone else has been making life choices, I've been treading water in Wherever, Maine. Though the People's Republic of Maine admittedly has - as Petroff never tires of reminding me - extremely fresh air and well-maintained roads, somehow my plebian soul yearns for a bit more in the way of entertainment than the peaceful tromping of stalwart New Englanders. Furthermore, as 50% of my friends here are about to move to Wherever, Vermont, there needs to be some serious reexamination of Just What The Fuck I'm Doing With My Life. Perhaps clarity will come in the form of dressing as a UTAHRAPTOR and STOMPING ALL OVER CAMPUS ON HALLOWEEN. How do most people figure out what to do with the rest of their lives? Surely the answer lies in Dinosaur costumes.