Life is a farce and we players are puppets;
Scripted for vows to the thunder, as showers
Pour in a baptismal deluge that signals
Heroes are here! And detaching from strings he
Notices water is nothing but dampness.
Stages of tragedy, comedy happen.
Mannequins plead up the strings to their master:
Fate or the writer at least. What was scripted?
Scissors for wire. Yet he climbs up the ladder,
Grabs all the rods and continues the program.
““The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” is the latest movie about an ordinary fellow — it’s almost always a fellow — who is, all of a sudden and to his great astonishment, dragged into an epochal, supernatural battle between good and evil. ”
– A.O. Scott, The New York Times, July 13, 2010
http://movies.nytimes.com/2010/07/14/movies/14sorcerer.html?hpw
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