Now You See Me 2 — Review

Left to right: Jesse Eisenberg, Woody Harrelson, Dave Franco, and Lizzy Caplan in a scene from Jon M. Chu's Now You See Me 2.

Left to right: Jesse Eisenberg, Woody Harrelson, Dave Franco, and Lizzy Caplan in a scene from Jon M. Chu’s Now You See Me 2.

25Star

“It’s more of the same brand of unbelievable special effects-assisted illusions that the first installment carried, yet executed with enough levity that one remains at least perfunctorily entertained.”

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The Prestige — Review

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3-5Star

 

by Ken B.

I wish I could tell you all about the ins and outs of the plot of The Prestige, but I won’t for two reasons: 1) I want you to experience this for yourself, and 2) There is so much here to explain that we would be here all day.

Instead I will simply point out that The Prestige is brilliant, engaging, and multilayered to a wondrous extent. While the story to tell is sometimes condensed to the 130 minute runtime to the point of being a bit muddled, and the ending verges on the ridiculous, enough excellent work is on display here to make this a highly recommendable and likable thriller.

Set at the turn of the century, we are introduced to Robert Angier (HUGH JACKMAN) and Alfred Borden (CHRISTIAN BALE), two stooges for Milton the Magician (RICKY JAY). They are employed to sit in at every show, and be the “volunteers” picked for a particular illusion, which involves tying up one of Milton’s assistants and throwing her in a tank of water. Once onstage, they tie the ropes in such a way that they are easily escapable. One night, something goes wrong, and she drowns in the tank of water, unable to free herself from the ropes. It is known that Borden was talking about tying the ropes in a different way.

After this incident, Angier despises Borden. They leave Milton and become rival magicians in their own right. Angier repeatedly works with stage manager John Cutter (MICHAEL CAINE). What follows is a story full of supreme magician one-upsmanship, each observing (and Borden occasionally sabotaging) their opponent’s shows.

It’s all very fascinating, as the screenplay, based on a novel by Christopher Priest, twists and turns, keeping a fair deal of intrigue throughout the picture. Yes, twists and turns. Make no mistake, the last half hour of The Prestige is loaded with plot twists, as the movie that begins in a nonlinear style slowly comes together and you understand the significance of the images shown at the start. Acting-wise, we’ve come to expect no less than the best from names like Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale, and Michael Caine. They certainly deliver here, with full fleshed and deep deliveries. Also good is Scarlet Johansson as Angier’s partner (domestic & professional), a character who becomes more complex than first thought.

Visually, this movie is magnificent. Wally Pfister is a truly gifted cinematographer, and each shot is filled and framed deliberately and solidly. The production and costume design is appealing and atmospheric. The effects are spectacular, particularly displays of the big bright creations of Nikola Tesla (DAVID BOWIE, in a good dramatic showing), his namesake coils in all of their bright, zapping, AC glory, employed for use by Angier during a climactic illusion.

I did, however, have one fairly-sized problem with The Prestige, and that is how what could have been one of the greatest third acts of recent memory has its brilliance riddled with rushed, muddy points and an ending with a few too many cop out qualities. I wish I could be more specific, but then the spoilers would flow freely, and the few readers that haven’t already fallen asleep from boredom would write irate comments. Suffice it to say a neater and more precise manner would have helped my view immensely.

Still, there is far too much greatness otherwise to let that gripe lessen the overall point of this review: The Prestige is a major studio film of high intelligence, with classic direction from Christopher Nolan, a mostly well crafted script, and finely tuned performances from all major players.

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The Cider House Rules – Review

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Michael Caine in a scene from “The Cider House Rules”.
3Star
by Ken B.

From its opening moments when sappy piano music drifted through the speakers, I had a pretty good idea of what The Cider House Rules was going to feel like. And I was right. While this 125 minute drama doesn’t reach over the bounds of enjoyability, it does fairly loudly voice the cries of “Give us an award!” Based on the 1985 John Irving novel of the same name, this film is set in 1943, at an orphanage in Maine. It is run by Wilbur Larch (MICHAEL CAINE). He and his staff work to take great care of the orphans, some who remain for years. Dr. Larch also uses rooms in the building to deliver babies and perform abortions on request, which were illegal at the time. He explains that he does this to prevent women from undergoing an unsanitary and dangerous form of the procedure performed by untrained people in back alleys, which for some could be their only alternative.

He is training a 21 year old man named Homer Wells (TOBEY MAGUIRE) to work with patients and assist him in the orphanage’s day to day operations. Homer was born at the orphanage, and while coming close, never found an adoptive family. Dr. Larch sees Homer as being competent and gifted as a doctor. However, when a couple (PAUL RUDD and CHARLIZE THERON) stop by the orphanage to have an abortion, Homer leaves with them. As they drive away in a shiny red convertible, with all the nurses and orphans waving Homer goodbye, Larch refuses to even watch this occur, sorely disappointed by his apprentice’s exit.

Homer ends up at an apple farm, owned by Wally (Rudd’s character)’s family. While Homer learns to pick apples with the migrant workers, headed up by Mr. Rose (DELROY LINDO), Wally is away at war. As this orphan’s life grows and his experiences blossom to new proportions, he also falls in love with Candy (Theron’s character).

You’d be hard pressed to say that this movie isn’t good. Everything is lit warmly, with an emphasis on wooden colors and hues. The script, written by Irving, moves at an even pace, never feeling too slow or too fast. The acting is variable, but never intolerable. The best here is Caine, who uses a perfect New England accent, and playing his character with experience and emotion. This would go on to win him an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor (he had won before in 1987, but he wasn’t at the ceremony because he was busy filming Jaws 4, of all movies). Anyway, back with the acting. Maguire, with a steady combination of handsomeness and civility, is good, but not memorable. The same goes with Theron, whose wonderful hair and makeup styling is similar to the Hollywood starlets of the era. It’s strange – I’ve seen both in far more memorable performacnes. They do have the talent. Lindo’s incredible performance went strangely unnoticed accolades-wise, and the character’s tormented daughter, Rose Rose (that’s not a typo), is played very well by Erykah Badu.

But there’s something missing. I don’t know if missing is the right word, but at times, The Cider House Rules has all of its components, and doesn’t really click. Is it Rachel Portman’s melodramatic score? Perhaps. Is it the fact that despite the otherwise innocent production design is mixed with dialogue and themes of the always controversial abortion, alongside mention of the terrible crimes of rape and incest? Perhaps. Or maybe, it’s all of these things and something else. Or maybe it’s none of these things and something else. It’s just that in the end, there was something unappealing about this movie that kept me from awarding it a higher mark.

I end with a light recommendation for The Cider House Rules. This isn’t a movie worth seeking out, but if it’s on TV, go for it. There’s a lot here to admire, but if you see it, you may not help but feel there were things holding it back.

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