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Love and Spoiling The Prestige
Dec. 7th, 2006 08:05 pmFirst, love.
Moe gets home the other night, sticks his head in the door, and tells me to "Come, look at the moon."
The moon was HUGE. Low in the sky, barely hanging above the trees. Dark Orange, almost like a sunset over the ocean. The air was warm and still. It was close to 40 degrees, and we just stood in our yard, holding hands and watching the moon float around with the clouds.
Saw The Prestige on Monday. After being horrified by a trailer suggesting that a love affair between 98-year-old Peter O'Toole and some poor 15-year-old girl is a joyful, soul-reaffirming love story (ICK NO), I settled in to enjoy me some Christian Bale.
And so I shall SPOIL all there is to SPOIL about The Prestige.( Beyond this gate are the heaviest spoilers possible. All is rooned. )
Moe gets home the other night, sticks his head in the door, and tells me to "Come, look at the moon."
The moon was HUGE. Low in the sky, barely hanging above the trees. Dark Orange, almost like a sunset over the ocean. The air was warm and still. It was close to 40 degrees, and we just stood in our yard, holding hands and watching the moon float around with the clouds.
Saw The Prestige on Monday. After being horrified by a trailer suggesting that a love affair between 98-year-old Peter O'Toole and some poor 15-year-old girl is a joyful, soul-reaffirming love story (ICK NO), I settled in to enjoy me some Christian Bale.
And so I shall SPOIL all there is to SPOIL about The Prestige.( Beyond this gate are the heaviest spoilers possible. All is rooned. )
