The two brothers and I watched The Illusionist last nite. Pretty good movie, altho we predicted and unraveled the plot (accurately) as we went along the movie. I’d recommend picking up the DVD. It’s sort of like Romeo & Juliet, if Romeo were poor and into magic.

It’s nice to have a partner in crime in watching movies. Mr. W normally talks through an entire movie, but it’s more like he’s thinking out loud. Mr. W’s brother, on the other hand, makes smart-ass comments like this:

[At the opening scene, you see the illusionist sitting alone on the stage facing the audience. All is silent. The magician is staring intently into the crowd. Nothing happens yet, but in the flickering firelight from lit torches along the front of the stage, anticipation and tension are thick in the air.]
Brother: Boy, I hope these people didn’t pay a lot for their tickets.
Me: *snicker* Yeah, this looks like a real hard magic trick. How does he do that? *snicker*
Mr. W: Shhhh!
*all of us sitting in silence, still no sound or action happening on the TV*
Brother: Hey, turn the mute button off.
Me: *laughing*
Mr. W: SHHH!
Me: What, are you afraid you’re gonna not hear the silence?!
Mr. W: *death glare at me*
*all 3 sit in silence*
Mr. W: I love the lighting in this movie. It’s such great photography how you only see half his face.
Me: SHHH! I can’t hear the silence!
[On-screen, the magician’s manager gets onstage and introduces the magician to the audience.]
Manager: *dramatically* Life…and death. Chance…and fate.
Me: Peanut butter…and jelly.
Mr. W: I’M HAVING BAD THOUGHTS NOW. *staring me down*
Bro: We’re just giving you the real-life threatre experience.
Me: Yeah. *in infant voice* WAAAAH! WAAAAH!!
Bro: Where’s my cell phone? It should be ringing right now.
Me: *laughing*
Mr. W: *siiiigh*