Now You See Me

A heist movie from which someone stole the logic. The quintet (!) of screenwriters tried to outsmart viewers, but the gentlemen wound up outsmarting themselves. The necessary extent of viewers’ incredulity that better films about scams consciously work with has been exceeded many times over in Now You See Me. Not even the illusionists can be believed, as they act in conflict with the initial presentation of their characters after a jump in time (we don’t learn much more about them during the rest of the film),  nor can their tricks, because they are mostly conjured up with CGI, which breaks the bond between their feats and reality. The magic shows are basically just an excuse for drawn-out and poorly edited action scenes. The weak final justification for the meaning of each of the performances is just another of the countless attempts at misdirection, specifically the effort to evoke the impression that each of the shows was something more than an autonomous attraction. Perhaps this is part of a well-thought-out whole governed by rules that don’t change on the fly and whose individual parts are not connected using a confounding number of coincidences and assumptions that a particular person will only react to a particular situation in one particular way and not another. The final twist robs the film of any remaining shreds of logical coherence. No, I didn’t seriously expect such an ending, because it lacked any logic in relation to the preceding 100 minutes. Instead of the feeling that I had been cleverly outsmarted (the wow effect), there was bitter laughter at someone’s ability to sacrifice all of the story’s believability and meaningfulness to the God of Surprise (the WTF effect). Every narrative device serves to deceive viewers to such an extent that we are constantly aware of the film’s falsity, so its conjuring tricks just don’t work. The Prestige was based on a quite similar principle (we will reveal the rules of the game to you and then we will outfox you anyway), but in that film, the trick was underpinned by the preceding two hours of action. In Nolan’s film, the twist wasn’t conjured up out of screenwriting cluelessness just before the end only so that film could somehow be concluded. In Now You See Me, it is – starting with the way it’s stated in the film’s title – too obvious that we are the intended marks. Something like that might work in Copperfield’s live show, but in a live-action feature film, it ultimately causes the film to retroactively lose meaning because it comes off as just an illusion. The actors also do a utilitarian job. Most of them were cast solely to raise the film’s level of prestige and to serve the same decorative and distracting purpose that one of the characters attributes to a magician’s attractive assistant. Louis Leterrier himself is just such an assistant, but he’s an assistant without a magician. He diligently diverts our attention so that in the end he can artlessly concede in the end that the main content of his performance was the actual act of distracting us. Appendix: The most ridiculous thing is the attempt to shoehorn criticism of unjust social conditions (an apparent echo of Occupy Wall Street) into Now You See Me, a film that defends scam artists and punishes those who bring attention to the scam. 40% (04/06/2013) (less) (more)