THE ILLUSIONIST review; touching and beautiful animated movie not made by Pixar!
rating: 4.5
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(Re-posted our Edinburgh Film Festival review as the movie is on limited U.K. release from today) Although they are very different movies in their specifics, it is not too far a stretch to connect Sylvain Chomets lovely new picture The Illusionist to the 2006 Neil Burger movie of the same name. In the latter movie, Edward Norton played a young, brilliant conjurer whose elaborate tricks baffled and delighted the audiences of turn-of-the-century Vienna. We in the audience were invited to share in that delight; the tricks were elegant and deliberately inexplicable. Chomets new animated film could almost be seen as the opposite end of such a magicians career; it is set in the 50s and centres on a magician struggling to deal with how unnecessary he seems to have become. The story takes place in Paris, London, the Highlands and eventually, primarily, Edinburgh, following the magician as he seeks out an audience... He is not bad at what he does, but he is not good enough to live off his talent any more, particularly with rock bands and television on the horizon. His tricks are quaint, the audience can see whats up his sleeve, and his rabbit wont fully cooperate. When he follows a pop group in a variety show, the curtain rises to reveal an audience of two: the adoring fans have poured out to mob the group of singers, who gambol around with self-importance and foppishness. When he reaches the Highlands which are beautifully rendered he catches the attention of a girl who seems to take his tricks at face value. She is not as concerned about their lack of money as he is, possibly because she thinks he can always conjure some up as a back-up plan. The extent to which the girl really believes in the magician is left ambiguous. They develop a sweet friendship. There is nothing nasty about either of these characters, and nothing particularly unpleasant happens in the course of the movie. It favours melancholy over tragedy. As such it is a gentle, delicate picture, balanced between pathos and absurdity, never crossing too far in either direction.