It should be noted that if I put anything up here, I liked it. With that being said, The Illusionist is a damned good film. It's the kind of movie you talk about and debate over. It is a french-british film set in 1959, manly in Paris, centering on a magician and his dwindling career that can't follow the new cinema and what electricity had ushered in. This film has five english words, I think, but fear not this is a movie you watch, not listen to. What do I mean by that? Well, the story is mainly shown and few lines are spoken. This film has three languages in it; Lowland Scots, English, and of corse François are the ones I heard. You can tell what the characters are saying by what is going on in the seen. Now on to a bit of history, ¬_¬ on the film. The co-wittier, Jacques Tati, is said to have written this as a love letter to his estranged eldest daughter as an apology for abandoning her as a child, but this was never confirmed. In fact, the main character, L'Illusionniste, is a version of Jacques animated, and some people speculate that the young lady is Jacques real life daughter, but rest assured readers the closest the main characters get is what's in the picture above, which is more of a father-daughter thing. To say this has a good end would be wrong, but the opposite is true as well. I think that L'Illusionniste has a neutral end, but like I said you can debate over this film for eons because the film has almost no dialog in it you have to infer what is going on and why, not that it makes this hard. It's almost like watching a moving painting, you take away whatever you take away from this. So, watch this film...you'll be better for it.
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