The Prestige (2006)
Continuing my reputation for reviewing the very latest cinematic delights, here's my in-depth opinion on The Prestige, released as recently as the Year of our Lord 2006: it's incredibly rubbish. I'm reading the (Christopher Priest) novel at the moment, and it's just miles better than the film, which bored me to sleep. Roll the credits...
Hugh Jackman's performance was ok, Christian Bale has the charisma of a spud with a terrifying cor blimey trousers Cockney accent, Michael Caine is just doin' it for the rent these decades days, David Bowie makes Tesla seem boring, and Scarlett Johansson is about as sexy as IDS. So, all in all, an entirely forgettable movie, about as magical as Paul Daniels and nearly as unlikeable. A wasted opportunity, given how interesting the novel is (even if, like me, you've no real interest in magic.)
3/10