No Spoilers, But I AM Going To A Special Hell

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Josh and I are a pair of dorks, and here is the proof:

 

(Scene: the theater. Amelia and Josh are watching The Prestige, where the two main characters are ‘volunteering’ to tie up a magician’s assistant)

 

Amelia: (looking at the magician) Hey!—that’s … it can’t be …

Josh: *WHACK*

Amelia: What?

Josh: That’s a real magician!

Amelia: James Randi? I thought I was nuts!

Josh: Randi? Are you sure?

 

No, I wasn’t; it was Ricky Jay. I always get James Randi mixed up with Ricky Jay, whom I know nothing about except that I always get him mixed up with James Randi.  Because of their names, for some reason. (Go with me on this.)

 

’Twasn’t as good as I was hoping, but it was entertaining enough.  Other moments of nudging included: “Andy Serkis!”, “David Bowie!”, a couple of “Dammit, I know that guy!”s, “Oh, well, if it’s a dove it’s all right, horrible birds, but a canary?”, and “I know how he does it!” We both guessed about ¾ of the shocking truth of the climactic final tricks, but by the time we had it was too late to go back and watch the whole thing again and cackle cleverly because we had it spotted, so we had to make do with cackling cleverly about most of it.

 

I’m always interested to find out what the audience in the theater will gasp at.  To go by their reaction, the biggest shock of the movie—a movie filled with fancy special effects, intrigue, mystery, and sordid secrets—was when the method for vanishing a bird was revealed. This was not an integral part of the story (it was a clever storytelling device, but not crucial), and yet it got the biggest reaction out of everyone watching.

 

Also, purty costumes. I’d watch all sorts of horrible movies, like Ever After,* just for the costumes.  I really want Hugh Jackman’s outfits. Although I was hoping David Bowie would be more … you know … like Jareth.  Given what a nut Nikola Tesla** was, it might not have been out of character.

And now I want to see Perfume.  It looks nutty but fun.

 

 

*On mute, though. I have some pride.

**It was funny that they touched upon his own bitter rivalry with Thomas Edison, too.  This movie liked to hit you over the head with clever parallels.

I've Got To Stop Turning The TV On While I Do Homework

(Scene: The Internet. Amelia and the Dude are IMing, and Amelia is watching some sort of horrible movie on ABC Family about Satanic sorority girls, which she had thought were just a joke.)

 

The Dude: Is there a pillow fight? All movies that have to do with girl schools by law must have a pillow fight. Also a Satanic Pillowfight sounds awesome.

 

Amelia: Yeah! Goths battling away in their cobweb lingerie and chains, whapping their lacy pillows against each other.

 

Sure, it's all good fun till somebody throws an athame and puts out their eyeliner.

 

The Dude: Exactly! Now there's a movie!

 

 

It also featured the comment that “Anybody who sounds like a cheerleader should be fired from Satanism.” Because if they keep yelling “Hail our dark master” in a way that makes me want to yell “Rah rah rah!”, they are negating the whole dark goth perspective.