Post by jo on Apr 22, 2017 3:06:54 GMT -5
The Prestige is now available on Netflix. The GQ reviewer thinks it is Nolan's best movie. In other quarters, such as the defunct IMDB message boards, it was also generally regarded as Nolan's best film.
www.gq.com/story/christopher-nolans-best-movie-is-now-on-netflix
By Kevin Nguyen
15 hours ago
Over a decade later, the dueling-magicians movie The Prestige still holds up.
In a particularly brutal sweep, Netflix recently removed Buffy, The X-Files, and House. There’s still plenty of great stuff on Netflix, but one movie that’s quietly made it to the service is Christopher Nolan’s best and most underappreciated movie: The Prestige.
Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale play dueling magicians in 1890s London. Which I realize is a hard sell, since nobody wants to see one magician, let alone two. But magic (lol) is hardly the point. The Prestige is a film about obsession and competition—and the lengths that men will go to just to prove that they are better than each other. The characters’ motives might be shallow (whose proverbial magic wand is bigger?), but the plotting is above and beyond any other Nolan movie, and it’s admirable how effortlessly it moves non-linearly from present to flashback without losing its central threads, culminating in a couple of extremely clever plot twists.
Throughout, The Prestige performs a careful balancing act with the viewer’s sympathies, alternating between the tragic nature of Angier (Jackman) and the overly determined Borden (Bale). It’s a single trick of Borden’s called the Transported Man that sends Angier into a consuming jealousy when he can’t figure out how it’s performed. Bale does his usual trick of getting through his lines with a winning mumble, but it’s Jackman’s textured, muted performance that sells The Prestige’s moody pastiche—just another instance where he proves himself to be one the most underappreciated pleasures of Hollywood.
The Prestige plays to all of Nolan’s strengths (tone, scenery, dudes crying) and has none of his weaknesses (any fight scene).
The rest of the cast is stacked: Michael Caine as the film’s sole moral compass, Rebecca Hall with her signature interior anxiety, Scarlett Johansson dryly seductive, Andy Serkis in a rare IRL role, and most brilliantly, David Bowie as the mercurial inventor Nikola Tesla. If there’s any charge against the film, it’s that the ensemble doesn’t get a little more to do. (And consistent with the rest of Nolan’s work, there is a little bit of ickiness in how all the female characters exist solely as plot devices for the men.)
Is The Prestige really Nolan’s best film? You can always make a strong case for Memento, and I think time will treat Interstellar more favorably than its initial reception. (The Dark Knight films are, sadly, already showing their age.) But in many ways, The Prestige plays to all of Nolan’s strengths (tone, scenery, dudes crying) and has none of his weaknesses (any fight scene). Throughout nearly all of his films, Nolan dances around the idea of what defines heroism and villainy. Usually he uses monologue and voiceover as a crutch to get the point across. With The Prestige, he’s in the thick of it, comfortable in the ambiguity, unwilling to give us easy answers about who’s right and who’s wrong (even if there is a whole lot of Michael Caine-splaining).
The movie came out in 2006, and after watching it last week, I was impressed just how well it holds up, even though I’d remembered the plot twists. The reveals are great, but unlike a lot of Christopher Nolan's work, it's not a movie that hinges on them. The Prestige is Nolan at his most restrained, before the horn-pumped braaaanggs of Inception or the antihero bombast of the later Batman films. Besides Insomnia, The Prestige is his quietest movie, and over a decade later, it still says the most.
www.gq.com/story/christopher-nolans-best-movie-is-now-on-netflix
By Kevin Nguyen
15 hours ago
Over a decade later, the dueling-magicians movie The Prestige still holds up.
In a particularly brutal sweep, Netflix recently removed Buffy, The X-Files, and House. There’s still plenty of great stuff on Netflix, but one movie that’s quietly made it to the service is Christopher Nolan’s best and most underappreciated movie: The Prestige.
Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale play dueling magicians in 1890s London. Which I realize is a hard sell, since nobody wants to see one magician, let alone two. But magic (lol) is hardly the point. The Prestige is a film about obsession and competition—and the lengths that men will go to just to prove that they are better than each other. The characters’ motives might be shallow (whose proverbial magic wand is bigger?), but the plotting is above and beyond any other Nolan movie, and it’s admirable how effortlessly it moves non-linearly from present to flashback without losing its central threads, culminating in a couple of extremely clever plot twists.
Throughout, The Prestige performs a careful balancing act with the viewer’s sympathies, alternating between the tragic nature of Angier (Jackman) and the overly determined Borden (Bale). It’s a single trick of Borden’s called the Transported Man that sends Angier into a consuming jealousy when he can’t figure out how it’s performed. Bale does his usual trick of getting through his lines with a winning mumble, but it’s Jackman’s textured, muted performance that sells The Prestige’s moody pastiche—just another instance where he proves himself to be one the most underappreciated pleasures of Hollywood.
The Prestige plays to all of Nolan’s strengths (tone, scenery, dudes crying) and has none of his weaknesses (any fight scene).
The rest of the cast is stacked: Michael Caine as the film’s sole moral compass, Rebecca Hall with her signature interior anxiety, Scarlett Johansson dryly seductive, Andy Serkis in a rare IRL role, and most brilliantly, David Bowie as the mercurial inventor Nikola Tesla. If there’s any charge against the film, it’s that the ensemble doesn’t get a little more to do. (And consistent with the rest of Nolan’s work, there is a little bit of ickiness in how all the female characters exist solely as plot devices for the men.)
Is The Prestige really Nolan’s best film? You can always make a strong case for Memento, and I think time will treat Interstellar more favorably than its initial reception. (The Dark Knight films are, sadly, already showing their age.) But in many ways, The Prestige plays to all of Nolan’s strengths (tone, scenery, dudes crying) and has none of his weaknesses (any fight scene). Throughout nearly all of his films, Nolan dances around the idea of what defines heroism and villainy. Usually he uses monologue and voiceover as a crutch to get the point across. With The Prestige, he’s in the thick of it, comfortable in the ambiguity, unwilling to give us easy answers about who’s right and who’s wrong (even if there is a whole lot of Michael Caine-splaining).
The movie came out in 2006, and after watching it last week, I was impressed just how well it holds up, even though I’d remembered the plot twists. The reveals are great, but unlike a lot of Christopher Nolan's work, it's not a movie that hinges on them. The Prestige is Nolan at his most restrained, before the horn-pumped braaaanggs of Inception or the antihero bombast of the later Batman films. Besides Insomnia, The Prestige is his quietest movie, and over a decade later, it still says the most.