I ended up seeing The Prestige last weekend and thoroughly enjoyed it. (No spoilers here, just general comments.) It’s a big movie in some ways, grandiose, and still not quite as good as Memento — it’s not as sharp or strange or haunting, less disturbingly possible — but mean, tight, and clever. It mostly made up for the awfulness of Batman Begins.
I’ve seen some comments about the movie feeling hollow, or failing to earn its emotional resolution. If someone could point out to me what emotional resolution Nolan was trying to earn, I’d be intrigued. It’s a story about life-warping obsession; it’s hollow for a reason.
I wanted one more turn in the story, though. Or, rather, I wanted the movie itself to pull a final sly trick on me, something I’d only realize later. Did anybody else want that, too?
My life-warping obsession, these days, is the eighteenth century. Here’s what I’m working on now:
- Charlotte Charke project.
- Project for Lit. of Maritime Empire class — possibly Henry Neville, possibly Samuel Foote?
- Teaching, as always. Lots of essays coming in tomorrow morning.
- Label for small class-designed exhibit in the HRC: ellipses in Evelina.
- Kelly Link’s upcoming reading! (November 6, 7:30 pm, the Joynes Reading Room at UT. More details very soon.) Wheee.
- C18 interest group for the department? First idea: reading Clarissa in real time.