First published at
Mostly Movies on 11 June 2013.
It opens with an impressive magic trick – one that is
played on you, the movie audience – as Jesse Eisenberg, playing street magician
Daniel Atlas plies a card trick for both his fictional street audience and the
camera. I will admit to having been duped by the card trick even though I knew
it was really a trick of digital effects more than anything else. That,
unfortunately, is the method behind most of the magic in Now You See Me, a movie about magicians pulling off one of the
greatest tricks in history that fails to enthrall as magic and just barely
holds up even as movie magic.
I love a good magic trick or performance. And the heist
film is one of my favorite sub-genres so the combination of the two here
appealed to me, but ultimately failed to capture me. It doesn’t really adhere
to the heist film conventions that tend to draw me in: the team of experts each
with some unique skill; the planning stage; the hitch in the plan; the clever
ruses; the big job; the great escape. Now
You See Me is more concerned with the allure of magic and the theoretical
existence of real magic – not just tricks. That can, of course, make for a good
movie. But the level of audience manipulation on the part of the filmmakers
(director Louis Leterrier from a screenplay by Ed Solomon, Boaz Yakin, and
Edward Ricourt) is mind-bogglingly insulting. There are tricks performed on
stage that I know are absolutely not possible. We are supposed to watch them
and think that these are great magicians performing stunning Vegas-style
tricks, but the reality is that they are tricks only made possible by the use
of CGI. This is not a movie about magic – it’s a razzle-dazzle effects
extravaganza not much different from the latest superhero movie.
The opening introduces us to the four principal magicians
working separately in small venues (the street, mostly). In addition to Atlas
there’s McKinney (Woody Harrelson) working in mentalism and successfully
hypnotizing people. Beware, the screenplay expects you to buy into hypnosis and
behavior manipulation as if they are real things. Dave Franco plays street
hustler and pickpocket Jack Wilder and Isla Fisher is Atlas’s former assistant
Henley, now striking out on her own. Someone mysteriously delivers to each of
them a card with an address, a date, and a time on it. Of course they all show
up. Who wouldn’t? They all get pulled together to stage a series of magic shows
that will change the course of magic history, or something.
After their opening gambit in a Vegas show has them
apparently rob a Paris bank using a teleport machine (they don’t really,
although given the absurdity of so much else in the film I don’t understand why
we weren’t also asked to believe in instantaneous teleportation), FBI
investigator Danny Rhodes (Mark Ruffalo) is forced into taking the case and
(even more reluctantly) a partner from Interpol played, in a bizarre casting
decision, by Melanie Laurent. They enlist the assistance of Thaddeus Bradley
(Morgan Freeman), a man who has made it his life’s work to expose magicians’
tricks and reveal how they’re done. He does this for reasons too complicated to
get into. The last major role is filled by Michael Caine, as the Four
Horsemen’s (as they dub themselves) benefactor, a wealthy insurance magnate
whose motivations are suspect. And by that I mean I can’t really understand why
he’s involved with them.
A successful magician need not have only sharp sleight of
hand skills and a manipulative demeanor. He must also be the most
self-confident guy in the room (I think Atlas’s assertion that you need to be
the smartest guy in the room is inapt). Harrelson has it and delivers with an
“aw, shucks” humility. I still have trouble believing Eisenberg as a guy who
can go toe-to-toe with an FBI agent. He brings the same qualities to the table
he displayed in The
Social Network where the damaged and desperate boy yearning for
acceptance was expertly masked by an “I don’t give a shit” exterior. He gives
almost an identical performance here, but it doesn’t play.
I kept waiting to be amazed. Then I waited. And I waited
some more. Leterrier never delivers the big moment. Maybe that’s because the
movie is so chock full of them with revelations and false leads and magic
tricks that just can’t be done in the physical universe I occupy. The
characters tell a story of a legendary magician who performed an amazing card
trick in Central Park, the end of which has him cutting down a tree and pulling
the card from inside its trunk. It turns out to have been placed there twenty
years earlier, the budding magician knowing that he would one day perform a
great trick. That’s a long time to wait for an audience reaction. It’s meant to
explain away the great mystery of who is actually pulling all the strings in
the movie. Maybe twenty years from now someone in Hollywood will be able to
explain this mess of a movie to me. I’m not likely to care very much by then.
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