Inebriated Cinephiles

Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, and behold the mystery, the romance, and the ubiquity of beards! That's right, this week, we’re dusting off our velvet coats and heading back to 1900s Vienna for The Illusionist, where Edward Norton stares intensely, Paul Giamatti sweats dramatically, and Rufus Sewell continues his long career as cinema’s most type-cast and slappable aristocrat. You'll wanna pour from your finest decanter this week, because: A, it's classy, and B, it's what the Crown Prince does in the film. Now that matter of drinks has been addressed, get comfy and join us for this tale of love, trickery, and sepia-toned vengeance. No CGI here, folks—just smoke, mirrors, and some truly top-shelf facial hair.