No … they are wrong.
They could not be more wrong.
Nobody could be as wrong, let alone more so, about anything than they are about that.
When the Universe finally collapses in on itself in the Big Crunch and Space and Time cease to exist, they will have been more wrong about that than anyone or anything else ever was about anything else in the history of History itself.
In fact, when traces of our existence are discovered and examined by scientists in the universe that succeeds us after the next Big Bang, they will learn that no-one and nothing was ever going to be more wrong about anything than they were about that, that’s how wrong they are, will have been, and ever were going to be, about it.
They are what Plato was talking about when he theorised about form and existence … the very definition of ‘wrong’. … and if you find a dictionary or encyclopedia that does not include in its treatment of ‘wrong’ the principle that The Prestige is the most execrably self-indulgent tripe ever made … that, if it were a person, it would be a liar, a humbug, a hypocrite, a vagabond, a loathsome spotted reptile and a self-confessed chicken-strangler, a scrounger, a parasite, a pervert, a worm, a piece of slimy refuse … that, upon its birth, both the doctor and the midwife slapped both its mother and its father and then went on to sterilise both to prevent such an affront to good taste from ever being born again … and that anyone who thinks otherwise is wrong … then throw it away and never refer to it again — let alone any errors it may contain … up to, and very possibly including, serious suggestion that Phlogiston is a thing …it is incomplete and, therefore, inadequate as a reference for anything.
If it were a book, it would’ve been written by Jeff Noon. Or, worse yet, the worst book that not only has ever been but will ever be written.
If it were a game, it would be Alan Wake.
It needs chaining up in the basement/attic of Art and Culture, in the hope that decent society eventually forgets it ever existed.
Even Stephen M. Tomic can walk down the street without causing people to spontaneously vomit in disgust at the sight of him — amazing, I know, but you can’t tell he’s adopted and nobody loves him just by looking at hm.
Whereas The Prestige is the left-handed, ginger-haired stepchild of Film: an abomination unto all that is good and holy and affront … nay, an injurious insult … to Nature herself ¹ — no good ever has, ever will, or ever could come from its existence.
Inception
Yeah, I concur.
Memento
If anything, even better than Inception in the way that Stranger Than Paradise is even better than Down By Law … Leningrad Cowboys Go America is infinitely better than Leningrad Cowboys Meet Moses … and anything at all (including, by way of reductio ad absurdum proof of the point, The Prestige) … anything at all … is better than the Limited Event Series of Twin Peaks season 3 The Return ².
Interstellar
Dunno … will have to watch it.
Dark Knight Rises
Meh … Batman … meh.
Sure, if the choice of how to pass the time is that or incest/necrophilia/bestiality/paedophilia then I’ll watch it, but I’m more into Transmetropolitan, Preacher, The Pro, Tank Girl, that kinda thing than warmed over 1950s American might-makes-right navel gazing; any five-year-old knows that attitude is wrong … there’s really no need for a Michael Moorcock quality ‘inversion of the paradigm’ — just stop publishing Superman comic strips and the problem will resolve itself without the need to examine its ‘dark underbelly’ (stop sticking your thumbs up your asses and then repeatedly sniffing them, guys!)
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¹ Even more so than SouthpawPoet, believe it or not.
Really
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