Although I wanted to like the film, I found it OK at best–one of your typical period pieces that’s reasonably well-acted, generally literate, impeccably designed, and dramatically inert. Not a total waste of time, but certainly a waste of promise.
There’s only one real character (Giammati’s), with everyone else being one-dimensional types. Norton’s always good, so he colors his performance nicely, but Biel & Sewell are blah, and while Giammati is fun, he was much better in the otherwise ridiculous Lady in the Water.
In fact, even though a very solid argument could be made that a film like LitW is demonstrably inferior to The Illusionist, at least the M.Night film swings for the fences, and while it has more than its share of preposterous incidents, when it does work (and it does a few times), it hits emotional highs that The Illusionist can’t even touch. Regardless of his ego or pretensions, M.Night had a vision. The Illusionist is safe and cozy and conservative in its arthouse trappings, but it has zero vision, zero real emotion, and one “twist” that is so obvious in its arrival that the “fun” is seeing how it’s revealed (and even then, Giammati’s epiphany is actually a lazy cheat).
And I haven’t even started on how ones suspension of disbelief is violated in the last series of Norton’s performances. I love magic, but when we’re expected to believe obvious CGI-work is supposed to be something that people in the 19th century are perceiving in a three-dimensional space, I refuse to buy it when so much of the story is dependant on such “illusions”.
I am very much looking forward to The Prestige, not only because it has a more intriguing cast, but because Nolan is a real director. There’s no question he’ll assert a vision that’s forceful, unique, and highly personal. For all its impeccable detailing, The Illusionist is highly impersonal. I for one am very glad that more “real movies” will be arriving in our cinemas in the next few months, but I certainly hope that they aren’t as tediously conventional as this one was.