The purpose of an enchantment trap, all things considered, is not the substance, whatever that may be, but rather the inventiveness of its vanity and the ability of its execution. What’s more, “The Prestige” the title is a mystical performer’s term of workmanship alluding to the climactic shock that seals an effective trap shows an energy for the stray pieces of illusionism that is practically overpowering. It is a fake gothic outfit dramatization with more than a touch of Las Vegas excess, a bigger scale, flashier if at last less frightful relative of “The Illusionist,” another late true to life story of nineteenth century abracadabra.
“The Prestige” starts with a demise and continues through a homicide trial and its repercussions, utilizing flashbacks inside flashbacks to develop the riddle it guarantees to comprehend and changing perspectives to mislead our consideration. At the inside are two driven youthful entertainers, Robert Angier (Hugh Jackman) and Alfred Borden (Christian Bale), otherwise called the Professor. They begin as companions and kindred students, however rapidly turn out to be severe individual and expert adversaries. Their hatred comes from an unplanned in front of an audience murdering, and a little while later it is hard for them to unravel the longing for requital from the motivation toward one-upmanship.