Films about magic walk a perilous line. These usually go
down one of two roads –they try to flummox the viewer by pretending to be a
magic trick in and of itself (thereby trying to gain some ‘art’ cred), or they
settle for being disposable, (hopefully) enjoyable ‘light’ options for the
weekend trip to the movies.
Now You See Me is
certainly fits into one of those categories. It’s unashamedly popcorn. It
becomes clear after the opening scene or two that Now You See Me will have nothing underneath the surface. The camera
swoops, swirls and dances. Pretty images of buildings and crowds are displayed
on the cinema wall. A series of sarcastic, fast-talking, smug characters are
introduced to us. They’re all excellent at fooling people. We catch on pretty
quick that this movie will be about them trying, in increasingly ‘wow!’ing
ways, fooling their hapless pursuant. It isn’t initially clear if this movie is
trying to go the route of the vastly superior The Prestige in trying to one-up us as viewers, but as long as the shiny swooping images of city skylines and attractive cast members continue,
we don’t much care.
The plot is stock-standard stuff for a studio heist/action
flick – a group of illusionists and mentalists are brought together by an unknown
figure. They are tasked with creating general mischief (stealing from banks,
draining the bank account of a well-known Evil One-Percenter) via a series of
glossy, slightly irritating magic shows. After they rob a French bank ‘during’
a show in Las Vegas (quotation marks very deliberate), police officer Dylan
Rhodes (Mark Ruffalo in full “archetypical surly cop” mode) and Interpol agent
Alma Drey (the luminous Melanie Laurent) pick up the case to nab these crooks.
They find it difficult to manage because the perps appear to genuinely have
magical powers etc etc.
Now You See Me has
a tendency to be irritating, although it should be said that large swathes of
the movie washed passed me harmlessly. As always with these movies, it’s fine
for its protagonists and the events surrounding them to be completely vacuous
and to fail to hold up to any kind of rational scrutiny – as long as the
characters are likable and/or interesting. They are neither. They have
irritating, contrived names like “J. Daniel Atlas” and “Merritt McKinney”. They
speak unnaturally, consistently sounding like lines from the trailer for the
movie they are in rather than real human beings.
Jesse Eisenberg takes the smug persona he invoked in The Social Network and ramps it up to
ten, while the script he is given drains the character of any complexity.
Morgan Freeman pops up in a bizarre, jarring role that only exists so that he
can explain what is happening in the movie in his deep, sombre baritone.
The film’s female characters are routinely humiliated and
degraded by the men around them. Their response seems to be to grovel more
deeply, fall in love more madly, and to accept their roles as the sidekicks. I
wouldn’t go so far as to say that Now You
See Me hates women, but it certainly doesn’t go out of its way to make them
as intelligent, crafty and resilient as their male counterparts. Then again, Now You See Me presents everyone in it
as a cardboard cut-out bereft of any real humanity, so best to go a little easy
on the misogyny accusations.
As it turns out, Now
You See Me is one of those magic
movies that tries to turn itself into a magic trick. The finale, the big
reveal, is… completely nonsensical.
Now You See Me is
'well shot' by director Louis Leterrier (who previously made the less-than-stupendous
Clash of the Titans, but also made
the benignly enjoyable Transporter
films). Meaning that, even if the characters aren’t worth a minute of our time and the plot
doesn’t add up, most of this film looks and sounds good technically. Some might say that’s reason
enough to venture out to see it – it looks good, and when no thought is
applied, even has a couple of satisfying twists and turns. But to concede that Now You See Me is a good movie is to
concede that you only like movies to watch nice images projected onto a
screen… and I can’t go for that.
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