Chris and I just finished watching The Prestige. I'd heard all these people talking about how good it was, and the scene that they showed at the Oscars looked so cool.
Er, that wasn't at all what I expected. I don't know how I'm supposed to sleep now, because that movie downright frightened me. (And, as Chris said, "Not a 'Boo!' fun scared, but more a 'mentally troubled' scared.")
Lesson of the day: movies involving David Bowie always give me trouble sleeping. Well, except for Zoolander.
Edited twenty minutes later: Dangit, and now I've been reading IMDb trivia about The Prestige, and Chris was just telling me about stuff he read about Nicola Tesla. And now I'm thinking it was clever. I hate when that happens.