Two quick movie reviews

I've come to the disheartening conclusion that you guys do not enjoy my movie reviews, and I've been trying to hold off on them as of late. But you know what? I watch a lot of movies and I like to talk about them, so screw you guys.

I'll keep them short though.

Marie Antoinette: Pretty vapid, but I didn't mind it, perhaps because my inner lesbo has a thing for Kirsten Dunst. Yeah, I know, you hate her. Everyone does. I don't care, I think she's cute. If you hate her though, you're most likely going to hate this movie. As expected, it certianly wasn't spectacular, the pacing was weird, and her life was broken into sections, and it moved without warning from one part of her life to the next without reason. Coppola didn't try very hard to show us what makes Marie Antoinette such a captivating and compelling person in history. The costumes were cool (of course) and the whole movie was really very pretty. The ending was an insulting cop-out and I was disappointed that there was no chop chop (the way in which she was unjustly persecuted is what makes her fascinating...how do you leave her entire imprisonment out of her life story?!) Oh! And the fucking 80's music couldn't have been more irritating. Seriously.

The Prestige: Pretty damn sweet. And by pretty damn sweet, I mean David Bowie as Tesla was pretty damn sweet. He was a small part in the movie, but they made sure that he was totally sweet the entire time. As for the other 110 minutes of the movie, it was really good. It was almost more a story of obsession than magic, persay, and I was guessing and fascinated the whole way through (no small feat when you're about one inch from the theater screen and have to keep wrenching your head left and right to get the whole picture). Christian Bale was great and Hugh Jackman pleasantly surprised me as well (usually I really can't handle him without his Wolverine sideburns). Scarlett Johanson has a terrible British accent, and plays your average sexy character entirely lacking in depth. I can't really say anything about the plot since it would give it away. Personally, I thought The Illusionist was more magical and delicate (although most people would vehemently disagree and yell at me about how corny it was, and then I would cry). The Prestige obviously was intended for a larger audience and was much more focused on action...but you know, one wasn't better than the other, they were just different (surprisingly different for such similar storylines). In conclusion, David Bowie Rules.