No, this blog isn’t about how hard it is to be famous. (Like I’d know–although lately Brad and Angelina don’t look too happy on the cover of the tabloids, so it’s probably true.)
This blog is about the movie I just watched: The Prestige. I hated it. I know this has nothing to do with writing and I’ll probably take this blog off tomorrow but I just had to vent.
The problem with the movie is that it was well written. It’s not like other bad movies which you can spot after five minutes and therefore spare yourself the pain of having to sit through them. Oh no, this movie had an interesting premise. It was well acted. You watch it captivated, to see if it will end the way you’re guessing. But here is my advice: Don’t watch it. It doesn’t end the way you expect, it ends much, much worse.
I have been walking around the house for the last half an hour repeating, “What a horrible movie! Who wrote that movie? Is Stephen King in the credits?”
However if you’re into movies where you get to watch revenge destroy people, then yeah, you might like it. For all of you people who want to be happy: Go read one of my books.
Now I will try, pointlessly, to get some sleep.