The Prestige. First time I see it since the cinema. Without much doubt, it must the best Nolan film to date. (The doubt only because I’ve yet to see Following.) It’s a bit hard to fail considering that the book it’s based on is pretty damn good.

There were two vampire movies in 1987. One, the Lost Boys, everyone remembers and seem to like even though it is crap. It’s sort of like one of those radio plays for kids, even down to the kids save the day routine. Can you say Mary Sue horror light?

The other one though, was Kathryn Bigelow’s Near Dark. It’s everything the Lost Boys isn’t. Dark, grainy, amoral and dysfunctional. Sure, there’s the streak of redemption but that’s overshadowed by the gritty reality that people who need blood to live? They don’t follow rules. They don’t hang around in gangs in a town forever and bully the people. They move, kill, and move as the predators they are.

I’m going to rewatch the last one right now.

So I saw this new moon movie. It was amazing. Understated, lived in and you could really feel the loneliness. All the daily minutia and being up there without any real contact, no wonder you’d go a bit crazy and imagine stuff. But ultimately it’s very humanistic and hopeful even when all hope seems to have been removed. It also reminds us that 2001 was wrong: humans rebel and not the machines.

There’s a Swedish gangster movie — I will not link to it and yes, both Mikael Persbrandt and Kjell Bergqvist is in it — and the official site made me blow a funny fuse. The descriptions, the still gallery, the… No, that was as far as I got before I almost died. It looks like plot porn, it reads like plot porn, but my god, I hope there’s no porn at all. That’s a trauma we as a society don’t need to experience. How the fuck did we manage to make Let the Right One In after this? How did the film industry survive this assassination atempt? Hopefully nobody paid money to see this…